There is no metaphor there. Just presence.
Today, try this: Put down the mirror. Look at something that does not reflect you. A crack in the pavement. The way steam rises from a cup. The silence between two breaths.
None of it is real. And yet — more real than the hours I spent scrolling through lives that were never mine to live. oleg netepenko
We spend our lives arranging light. Not to capture what is, but to briefly hold what is about to disappear.
And maybe — just maybe — that is the deepest image we will ever make. There is no metaphor there
Every photograph is a small lie we tell against time. I place a figure in a frozen sea. A chair in an empty room. A window facing another window.
The edge of the frame
We are not losing reality. We are losing the nerve to sit inside it.