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  • LS IX

    The red sand reflects the color of millions past suns. Rocks dwelled in primordial seas. The cycle, the multiplicity of countless worlds. Alone in an idle wait, away from things, people and thoughts. The whole and its inner meaning, where at once everything is simple and nothing stands in-between far away things. I'm a stranger here, more than i've ever been.

    LS, 2012-16, Limited edition, C-type print from 4x5in negative drum scanned