The Geometry of Waiting
There is a specific silence that belongs to a street corner when the light is red. It is not the silence of a library or a forest; it is a held breath, a collective pause where a hundred lives stop moving in the same direction at the same time.…
The Architecture of a Splash
In the quiet hours of the morning, when the house is still settling into its bones, I often find myself watching the kitchen tap. There is a rhythm to the drip—a slow, metronomic pulse that marks the passage of time in liquid increments.…
Cold by Shirren Lim
We were doing our city tour and was walking around Ulanbaatar. It was our first day in Ulaanbaatar and we were really feeling the extreme cold. I wanted to capture that feeling. The area with the pigeons provided the space and feeling I was…