THE POETRY OF THE ORDINARY
I have a fascination for everyday objects. My attention lingers on fleeting moments—suspended in the continuum of space and time, caught in the quiet intervals between what has just happened and what is yet to come.
I have a fascination for everyday objects. My attention lingers on fleeting moments—suspended in the continuum of space and time, caught in the quiet intervals between what has just happened and what is yet to come.