OF / Omnia Fluunt

Before the photograph, another photograph is already happening.

There is a moment before tenderness becomes visible.

The glass holds the centre, but not the story.

A breach of light.

Not everything can be said plainly.

Hair in motion, a face lowered, the dark almost closing.

A ladder, a man in shadow, an unfinished room.

Two kinds of light.

A bird, a line across the sky, a building at the edge.

A turned shoulder, a room half-heard, a face withheld.