
01Last Light
The day dimming one row at a time, from pale beige through deep red into near black. Each frame holds the same view; the light is what changes.
Grid of unique instant photographs, mounted on board.
Recollection rarely returns as a picture. It returns as a temperature — an amber afternoon, a green hour, a rose-coloured room that may never have been that colour at all.
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The day dimming one row at a time, from pale beige through deep red into near black. Each frame holds the same view; the light is what changes.
Grid of unique instant photographs, mounted on board.

A grid of small prints made on expired stock, each frame drifting from black through deep red to warm amber. The emulsion has begun to invent its own palette, and the shifts are left uncorrected — the film remembers the way we do, warmly and unreliably.
Expired film, pigment print on archival paper. Grid of unique prints.

A colour remembered rather than a scene. The edges have dissolved until only three temperatures remain — red, dark, pale — and the space between them does the remembering.
Expired film, pigment print on archival paper. Unique edition.

One frame, one room, one hour. A red wall holds the shadow while a beam of morning light crosses the floor — the briefest architecture, kept on expired stock.
Unique instant photograph.

The widest register of the series: white into burning red into deep blue, annotated by hand across the grid. The notes are not captions but the thoughts the colours arrived with.
Grid of unique instant photographs with handwritten annotations, mounted on board.

Pale beige sinking through deep blue into black, the emulsion running in long drips like rain on a window. The image does not end so much as settle.
Grid of unique instant photographs, mounted on board.

Almost the whole wall is dark, and then a small cluster of frames burns red at the centre. A memory behaves the same way: mostly shadow, with one hour still lit.
Grid of unique instant photographs, mounted on board.

The most even fading in the series — beige through warm brown to black, row by row, nothing left to dramatise it. The patience of the light is the subject.
Grid of unique instant photographs, mounted on board.

Olive, red, dark — the hour photographers wait for, recorded on stock that was already expiring. Whatever warmth survives is partly the film's invention, which is exactly the point.
Grid of unique instant photographs, mounted on board.

The morning after the colour: cream through warm brown into cool grey, the series closing on its quietest register. Not every memory returns warm — some return as weather.
Grid of unique instant photographs, mounted on board.