It is said there is beauty in the mundane. But wherein lies that magic? In the thoughts that inspire the maker, in the food prepared by the family of the bricklayer, in the fractal clouds at dusk?

There is magic in nuance, tiny celebrations that comprise every step taken on unfamiliar soil; and our own well-worn paths alike. These spaces, these landscapes have a light that is meant to be observed and held in canon.

To be remembered, to inspire, to remind us of the fullness of living in, and with artistry of that pulchritude, intended to permeate every aspect of our lives.

I stand in witness… to color, to space, to craftsmanship. To share that quality - asking to be seen, not solely for what practicality it provides, the patina of joy or the stain of passion; but the building of an experience - held.

Beautiful words by Asabi Niambi