She used to live in stone. Now she rides. I borrowed her posture from temple columns, those divine dancers etched mid-movement and gave her new stage: a skateboard frozen in air, as if momentum became sculpture.
This piece about rhythm that never dies. Classical grace in streetwear tempo. The past didn’t vanish it evolved.
To me, she is both reverent and radical. A timeless deity reimagined for the streets, still sacred, just harder to catch.