An old toaster holds the keys to an unsolved riddle, its metallic visage concealing stories of vanished breakfast segments. Isn’t it curious how objects render the mundane into an almost theatrical performance, a farce during the morning rush?
A visual accounting of the ticking pause––Clockwork tends to mock the varied cadences of life.
Between street corners and lonely bus stops, avenues of forced encounters flourish, an unnoticed ecosystem bustling in synchrony, each element orchestrated almost deliberately against chaos, yet curiously detached from purpose.
Here are some curated thoughts:
1. The ephemeral beauty of spilled coffee on an intriguing piece of office paper. Token of a hurried moment.
2. Shoes congregated at the doorway, museum pieces honoring the worn-out maxims of ambition and retreat.
3. Even dogs share a knowing glance at subway doors – recognizable companions of a broken urban concerto.