Wave

That was a moment when I simply needed to take a plain picture of the hair. I had never liked red hair in my life — and I constantly try to prove to myself that nothing is permanent, not even the things I believe define a personality. Humans are in constant change; therefore, I wanted to get closer to what I once disliked — or rather, what I never understood.
The way people get to know each other is a passionate moment that dissolves if they allow it to — especially in that instant when it feels as if all constraints could be erased. Perhaps any being could just leap — for unless one wave connects to another, it moves firmly on its own path, composing pride, dignity, and elegance.
In such a moment, a human can ignore the prejudice of previously believed truths — about aesthetics or psychological traits — and even redefine their own affinity for color. Such a wave does not exist only in human relations. I know many waves, each carrying its own signature meaning for me. We usually become drained, yet this experience rarely shocks us enough to remain beyond the next approaching wave. The state of flow — even though precious and inevitably ending — is the manifestation of life within the process of becoming. It is usually worth the downturn.

Sometimes the waves are cold, and we glide safely over them; other times, they are hot, and we are magnetized into the red spectrum of a melting sun.

The work was created using the enhanced NEXT 2.0 algorithm, based on a photograph, and completed in Clip Studio Pro.