Once, maybe twice a year if one is lucky, a moment happens where everything just lines up, reality seems to freeze itself, the hidden becomes obvious, and you are left with a sudden unexpected glimpse of clarity.

My work is an attempt to capture and describe these fleeting moments.

Each piece is an almost forgotten / barely remembered moment. A small part of the story, removed from context, exposed and left wondering. Like writing letters to dead relatives or going to church.

The almost moments, The regrets, I like those moments.