My nostalgic inclinations found satisfaction in documentation, and the hours I spent experimenting with visual form cultivated a love for storytelling. There was a narrative in the unyielding path of time, a beauty to it too, and I intended to uncover it.
So I have spent years observing, and the world has bloomed new angles to see, depths to hear, and movement to feel. Most of this has either receded into the past or taken on new expressions, but some have survived and converged into one magnificent final cut.