A face in close-up lowers its eyes, thinking something the film declines to translate.

A hunched passenger by a vehicle window, almost lost to the blizzard of the grain.

A ferry crosses a sea of hammered amber, solid as a shadow cut from the horizon.

A procession in negative — costumed figures inverted into x-rays of a celebration.

An old photograph fading at its edges while a dark void blooms exactly at its centre.

Split memory: a sun setting over water above, children in a red paddling pool below.

Panels within panels: the sea, a beach, and figures passing between screens like rooms.

Two pale shapes float on black, radiographs of objects that refuse identification.

Twin home movies in negative — a house, a car, figures reversed into their own ghosts.

A sun-bleached domestic scene, half swallowed by white, kept like a polaroid too long in the light.