Shen Lu sent a photoshopped photo.
Oval face, pointed chin, clear collarbone, and very thin waist. That's what she wanted to be.
She said: It's not a lie, I was like this after three months.
Deep is a boy she met on social media. He talks little, his voice is cool, and his keyboard sounds like winter rain.
He said: If you hit me, I will hit you.
He didn't know that she weighed 160 pounds, that she dropped out of school, or that her paintings were 10,000 times more beautiful than her photos.
Shen Lu didn't know that Deep knew from the beginning that the photo was P's.
But it was never the photos that he liked.
What he liked was the way she spoke, the aura in her paintings, the honesty in her voice when she said "I can't sleep" at two in the morning.
This is a story about "becoming".
It's not about becoming what others see, it's about becoming the person standing in the light in your own painting.
Northern light is the most stable light in the studio. No glare, no color cast, just enough to see every stroke on the canvas.
Just the way he looked at her.
Intention: What should be seen should not only be the glamorous side