A sequence of moments—barely moments—each frame separated by a breath of time. What shifts is nearly imperceptible: a flick of light, a ripple folding inward, a shadow tightening.

These grids exist as traces—of water, of the interval, of what happens between frames. The smallest difference becomes the whole event.

Everything holds, just for an instant. Everything transforms.
Each image stills. Each image slips.

What we see is water, is light, is movement.
It is an act of change itself.