Lift, impress. Heavy duty thoughts on a slate of reflection.

Things are getting a little warped. Heavy. Load bearing.

The new mobile is the old polaroid. Let’s see what we can find using low tech.

Reflections bounce off its metal skin, playing with our imagination.

You shake with danger, you think of glass, you shatter down and away until all that remains is a flicker of light, forgetting with each moment how much time has passed, already.

An ode to closing lids and sleepy nights.

The metal bars are covered in rust as they creak in position. Light crisply penetrates this subterranean structure.