First Light on Steel

This is the furthest reach into abstraction for the morning series, focusing on texture and the slow reveal of form through atmosphere.

My practice is driven by the impulse to locate the invisible emotional residue within the contemporary cityscape. Growing up above the constant rhythm of my parents’ tailoring shop provided an early understanding of dedicated, meticulous craft. I translate the noise—the hum of the light rail, the sheen of wet concrete—into visual poetry. Through long-exposure techniques and subsequent hand-painting, I seek to reveal the hidden dialogues between heritage, architecture, and the fleeting moment of pedestrian transit.