Following Wind, my next project was Water—a shift from desert dunes to poolside memory. After a January shoot left my fabric coated in sand, I passed the apartment pool and noticed something: it was perfectly still, perfectly unused. I dipped the fabric in, just to rinse it. What I saw instead was choreography—color, motion, and light performing without permission.

I promised myself: when pool season returned, I’d stage it properly. Models swimming with yards of fabric sourced from the Fabric District in downtown LA. No Photoshop. No tricks. Just brightness adjusted to match the sun. The colors are real. The distortions are earned.

These images are not manipulated. They’re witnessed. A study in submerged gesture, emotional geometry, and the quiet rebellion of clarity. Think Hockney, but with mischief. Think abstraction, but with skin.