Catalina’s process is so natural, unbothered by cameras or the passing of time. Waves will rise and fall, tides will roll in and out, and Catalina’s desire will contract and unfold, as it wills. There’s something here, to this, to this complete allowance, this stillness of the body except where it clenches and melts spontaneously, the lack of effort. The letting be, and the active reception of reward.
