The Architecture of the Path
There is a specific geometry to the way we move through a landscape when we are entirely unobserved. We lose the performative gait of the public square and settle into a rhythm that belongs only to our own bones. It is a quiet, rhythmic unfolding—a…
Salty by Alejandra Sierra
I love the idea of looking and appreciating daily life objects with a different perspective. Thats what I tried to do with this photo. Taken at the streets of New York where pretzels are the most common snacks, I tried to give it a closer, more…
The Weight of Silence
We build things to last, yet we are only ever passing through. Wood warps under the sun. Paint peels away like dead skin. There is a specific kind of honesty in a house that no longer holds a fire. It does not pretend to be anything other than…