The sharpening stone, dark and patient, is the firm ground of routine, the silence where the steady hand prepared the blade's edge. It holds the echo of that metallic sound, of precision and of care.
And the bowl, illuminated like a ceramic sun, is no longer an eye, but the warm crater that awaited the foam. It holds the memory of a scent, of the touch of soap, of the exact moment the day began.
All series will have a print run of 10 unique photographs, regardless of size or finish.
