The weight of ease

It started with the heat.

One of those days you easily spend in Thailand, but hide away from in Belgium. Where a heavy energy presses in from all sides, and even the air feels heavy. I had hung the sheets to block out the sun, to cool the room or at least to soften it.

Something shifted.

Make it stand out

I stood still, but something inside had already moved.

The space became closed, contained, almost sacred. I slowed down. My breath. My thoughts. My movements.

Make it stand out

Light found me where I wasn’t looking.

I picked up the camera. Not to pose, but to respond. To trace what was there, beneath the surface.

Make it stand out

Ease takes effort.

The Weight of Ease is what emerged:
A small sequence held between tension and pause.
Ease is often romanticized, but here, it carried weight.

Make it stand out

I didn’t pose. I remained.