NO.10 Straw

Golden straw scatters across the ground in the afternoon sunlight. She stands barefoot among it, her body barely covered by a few strands of messy wheat stalks and thin ropes. The breeze passes by, blending the fragrance of rice with the warmth of her skin, outlining the image of a wild yet fragile country girl. Her eyes are both stubborn and hazy, like a sprite forgotten deep in the fields. The contrast between her body curves and the dry grass stalks creates a striking textural difference, presenting a primitive, pure scene laced with secret temptation. The entire series centers on natural lighting and authentic tactile sensation, capturing the most delicate entanglement and breathing between straw and the human body.

Chun Momo