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6:22 AM. The only time the city belongs to nobody.
I spent three years looking at this work before I asked the price. By then, the price was irrelevant.
Six months of silent work. Then: a single morning of extraordinary noise.
Every project starts the same way: with a question nobody thought to ask.
The photograph I am most known for took eleven years to reach the trigger. The shutter speed was 1/4000th of a second.
You cannot compose what you do not understand. I spent three years learning to hear nothing.
Seven lunches, seven agendas, seven different definitions of the word urgent.
Light from the west window coloured every swatch in the same shade of gold. We stayed until the building told us to leave.
Three thousand names on the waitlist for something made in a room I can barely stand upright in.
The error in take 46 was not technical. It was emotional. We kept it.
A camera is not an instrument of capture. It is an instrument of attention.
Version 23 of something that was almost right in version 4. Understanding why took nineteen attempts.