Arundel

I don’t chase clarity. I look for fractures.
This photograph isn’t about light—it’s about what the light disrupts.

I saw this frame not as a scene, but as a rupture.
A brutal geometry.
A slash of brightness tearing through a wall that’s lived too long with silence.
It reminded me of memory. The way it strikes without warning, revealing decay you thought you’d buried.
Beautiful in its violence.
Unforgiving in its truth.

I’m drawn to these places—where structure breaks down, where shadow doesn’t soften, where light feels like a blade.
This isn’t a composition.
It’s a wound.
It’s the architecture of collapse.

In a world desperate to smooth things out, I want to make images that scar.