As an artist and photographer, I’ve found my most authentic expression through the lens — not to hold time still, but to capture the idea of fleeting thought.
Time, in its essence, is fluid. What feels momentary now may echo for centuries, while once-monumental events fade into obscurity. At 10, 200, or 1,000 years, even the most significant acts can be diminished, their meanings softened or lost. In Mists of Time, a hazy statue emerges — a trace of someone once important. Who they were, and what they meant to society, is obscured by time’s mist.

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