Artist: Suriana Botha
Model: Chanri Botha
Photo:
Suriana Botha
ONE NIGHT ONLY
In the hush before midnight, she stood beneath the theatre lights—her body not dressed, but painted. Every inch of her was a story no voice could tell, a living canvas for one night only—etched with dreams, regrets, the quiet ache of vanishing time. On her chest, two skulls faced each other, locked in silent conversation about mortality and the inevitability of time. Between them, two shadowy figures embraced in stillness. Behind them glowed a radiant light—like the sun—symbolizing the eternal truths that outlast us: love, loss, memory. But the figures dissolved into golden sand, slipping through the hourglass—love undone by time, a connection too fragile to survive. Her legs bore the faint faces of forgotten souls—those who brushed briefly against her life. Ghosts of what could have been. Across her back a ticking clock bloomed, highlighting the transience of life. Encircling the clock: a solid gold ring, symbol of timelessness. From it, feathers drifted softly down her spine—memories, fragile and fleeting. On her hips, fading flowers melted downward, beauty surrendering to time. For one night, she was a gallery of fleeting moments—never meant to last, soon to be
washed away - but her story would linger