The Dreamer is Still Asleep

To dream is to hover between presence and absence, to drift into the liminal space where the body is neither fully there nor fully gone. The Dreamer is Still Asleep lingers in that tension: an aesthetic fever dream where vision multiplies, reflections fold back into themselves, and the subject wavers like an apparition caught between waking and sleep. The eyes flicker but do not quite meet yours. The body gestures but remains spectral, as if its weight has dissolved into the architecture of the dream itself. The dream, after all, has no allegiance to reality. It allows you to be one thing and its opposite at once: the figure in motion, the apparition dissolving.