Back I | Very Low Stock | Iain Faulkner

In the quiet solitude of an unspoken moment, a man stands before the glass, his gaze drawn beyond the frame of the window. His back to the world, yet every detail of his presence is vivid—the gentle pull of his shirt, the sturdy embrace of his braces. A stillness lingers in the air, as light filters softly through the glass, casting shadows that dance upon the walls of his thoughts. There is a calmness in the act of waiting, an intimacy in the simplicity of his posture, as though he, too, is a part of the landscape beyond.

The window between him and the world is not a barrier, but a passage—a silent conversation between the inner and the outer, where time is suspended and the ordinary becomes extraordinary. Each line of his form speaks to something deeper, a reflection of the self, searching, contemplating, or perhaps, simply being.