Finally, I was stuck. A buffer period was commencing. Was I connecting or disconnecting? Even in its most direct moment, I had to consider the intentions of these interfacing images. My iPhone screen, the Instagram platform, post after post...
A vague beauty lingers unresolved within a photographic frame, its liminal allure is both accessible and resistant to the gaze. From darkness, the subject’s soft, white visage begins to emerge, pausing just before reaching the surface. The portrait...
Pierre Soulages’ Painting, August 1, 1956, looms before me—its dark gravity pulling me inward, intensified by the stark white walls of the MoMA. Thick black strokes layered into an architectural heaviness anchor themselves above a wash of veiled pigment. The edifice...