
About the work
The dropped ring. The perfect tomato. The dust motes in the last light. A moment not meant to be held. No, not a memory, not yet. The quiet hum of an afternoon about to burst.

About the work
The dropped ring. The perfect tomato. The dust motes in the last light. A moment not meant to be held. No, not a memory, not yet. The quiet hum of an afternoon about to burst.