Beauty is a large, single-spread book. It is made of bright light and shadow— immediately tangible, suddenly ephemeral. Leaves, sky, grasses, water. Within the close-ups are indecipherable distances. The photos tip us forward and back, looking at once below and above to quietly unmoor and unsettle our sense of solidity. In this flash of light and dark, we feel with our faces, our lips, our eyelids and fingertips.