I catch the light between my hands, a flicker framed by quiet lands.
The moment breathes — then holds its breath, a whisper caught in time’s slow death. now.
Each photo—just a ghost of
Narrative Imaging Spring 2025
ArtCenter College of Design
Ani Manukyan
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