The world forgets its name.
What remains is seeing,
slow, infinite, unbound.
Stillness in Motion
During the long stillness of lockdown, even the smallest movements felt monumental. Light moving across a wall, shadows fading into reflections, domestic geometry exposing the quiet stories of shape and time.
Series Notes
Working only with available light, these photographs inhabit the liminal space between restriction and revelation. Constraint sharpens perception; stillness becomes motion.
Soft gradations of tone and the restrained use of colour mirror the emotional landscape of that period — stretches of solitude and quiet longing, punctuated by moments of warmth and grace.
Each print, modest in scale and bordered by white, is an invitation to slow down and truly observe a moment in time when we all stood still.