Spirit in Motion.

The Story

Long exposure caught a soul mid-spin. The body became a brushstroke; the music, the painter.

This was one drag, three seconds, one shutter. She had been dancing alone in the corner for half a song before she found the middle of the floor. I was shooting at 1/2 second hoping for ghosts and instead I got a small saint — the orange dress smearing across the frame like a Rothko in a hurry.