A conversation between lovers that exists only through absence.
We never see the exchange — only a woman, her solitude, and the residue of words that linger in the room. The dialogue unfolds through fragments: the pauses between sentences, the gestures of waiting, the intimacy of remembering.

In Dialogue, language becomes a mirror of emotion — tender, melancholic, unfinished. The voice of the other is never heard, yet it fills the space, shaping her movements and the quiet light around her. What remains is not the conversation itself, but its echo: love as memory, silence as response.

Inspiration: Le Dialogue, Simon Johannin