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Abstract photographs where duration is felt rather than explained: movement folding inward until the present thickens into something you can almost hold.
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TIME? WHAT TIME?
Time held in layers. The image doesn't rush forward. It gathers. It folds back into itself. I follow the feeling of the present as something thick, like light caught mid-turn, like a horizon that refuses to resolve.
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About Folded Present
Folded Present treats time as something you can almost hold, then shows how quickly the hand dissolves.
Across these works, duration isn't explained; it's felt as pressure, drift, return. The series moves between the measurable and the intimate: the clock's promise of certainty versus the body's knowledge that moments stretch, compress, and repeat.
Early works begin in motion: current becomes a veil, flow recorded as blur. A quiet argument that now is never cleanly cut from change.
From there the work folds inward. Spirals gather. A center appears. What read as movement becomes stillness that isn't empty: the present thickening into substance rather than passing through.
Mirroring, hinging, quiet repetition aren't tricks. They're a way of holding a moment open. The works tend to reward distance first, then closeness. They're calm. But they're not passive. Like clocks with their hands removed. Pure attention, suspended between before and after.
