I wanted to capture the moment of composition — not the finished letter but the act of writing it. The Koryak brought their understanding of skin as surface that holds meaning; the Majorcans brought their tradition of correspondence as art form. Together they suggest a world where literacy means knowing how to fold. The cherry blossoms aren't decorative — they're the commas she pauses between, the breath before the next crease. The obscured face isn't absence; it's discretion. Some letters are private even as they're being written. — Lux