Each piece builds on the next until it has brought into sharp focus a soft winding image that pushes against the corner of the tiles. The worn saturated colors draw me in, rubbed dull by the endless footsteps that have scrapped across it. Its trapped beneath the glaze, moving ever so slightly under the weight of the world, satisfied with its permanent role of arching lazily to the right against the grain of the grid.
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell.
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