REFRACTED IMAGES

A brilliant crimson path shot across the floor as I entered the room, it came from from a collection of colorful plastic boxes holding thumbtacks and such on the windowsill of my studio. Thus began my obsession with painting cubes and their refracted colors.

I began to photograph them from all angles and observed how quickly the reflections transformed as the sun shifted.

CAPTURE EACH MOMENT

It will never again exist
The sun will not repeat it’s angle Nor the wind it’s force The spirit will not be the same Nor will your state of mind see it that way again.

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