Until welds two side-on profiles into a single, front-facing mask–a fusion of trajectories as well as faces. One profile belongs to a creature of soil and shadow, tangled in ego, unsure where the skin ends and the world begins. The other floats a little higher–lighter in the bones, soul-aware, attuned to the quiet hum of the cosmos. They orbit each other, full of surprise and friction–but with every secret whispered, every truth unzipped, the distance narrows. Bit by bit, the edges blur. Finally, when all differences and vulnerabilities have been laid bare, a new self floats forward: unified, front-on, unafraid.

The extended title, Until every secret is shared, marks the tipping point–when privacy bows to trust, and guarded individuality relaxes into something bolder. Intimacy, as everyone quietly suspects, is a slow dance in a room full of trapdoors. It doesn’t arrive all at once. It builds secret by secret, like sediment layering into stone.

OK Girl dances in the landscape. She’s the one who knows: “We build ourselves out there.” But in Until, the landscape for both characters is no longer the sky, the hills, the distant line. It is another soul. And so she turns inward, mapping the topography of trust, the tectonics of transformation. Vulnerability sheds its victimhood and becomes the joining force–the molten seam that binds the whole.

Oil, alkyd, polyurethane and gold leaf (24K) over mulberry paper on PVC multiboard.

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