(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Weight of the Horizon
There is a particular kind of silence that only exists in places where the earth has been allowed to speak for itself, uninterrupted by the hum of electric wires or the frantic rhythm of a subway train. I often find myself wandering through…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Surface Tension of Memory
When a drop of rain strikes the surface of a pond, it creates a series of concentric ripples that expand outward, momentarily distorting the reflection of the sky before the water settles back into a state of absolute, glass-like dormancy.…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Strings of Memory
I often find myself wandering the narrow alleys of the old quarter, where the shopkeepers hang their wares like promises against the peeling plaster. There is something profoundly unsettling about a face that does not blink, a painted smile…