A surface that remembers water.
Layered like armor, but soft.
Each arc repeats, not perfectly like tide marks, like something once alive, now held still.
Printed edge-to-edge, the body becomes a pattern.
No center. No motif. Just accumulation.
There’s a quiet tension here:
protection vs exposure,
creature vs garment,
sea vs skin.
Worn, it reads almost neutral from a distance; up close, it resolves into something stranger.
Not fish. Not fabric.
Something in between.
