Where the Temple Begins
Before the towers appear, before stone becomes form, the path remembers. This is the axis of reverence, the hush where a print is not made—but received.
The Moment Before Form
A mist-draped causeway, wet with night. A breath held before the shutter falls. A memory begins to rise—not of sight, but of presence…
In the Stillness That Watches
The temple doesn’t rise—it watches. A long breath opens into dusk-grey sky. In the hush before exposure, before birds, before names, something sacred begins to remember itself…
At the Edge of Becoming
A breathless hush covers the causeway at first light. The stone waits. The sky forgets itself in cloud. The artist does not frame, but listens—until the lens, like the moment, learns how to receive…
