Liquid Light I, 08-17-7114, 2020, Archival pigment print, 20” x 30””

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These images do not request interpretation. They do not offer metaphor. They withhold even as they reveal.

They are acts of arrangement—glass, light, liquid, perhaps—but none of that matters. What matters is how the form composes itself in relation to time, perception, and the eye that chooses to stay.

This diptych is not symbolic. It is not narrative. It is structure. Distilled, austere, and precise. A visual situation presented without agenda, free of overt gesture or meaning. The ovals and lines are not like anything. They are. They ask nothing more.

And so, what emerges is not what the work says, but what occurs in the one who sees. A tension, a suspension. A moment where the world becomes quiet enough to attend to what normally slips past.

There is no invitation here. Only presence. The images wait for those who wait with them.