“We each have to say it, to say it in our own way. Not of our own will, but as it comes out through us. Good or bad, great or little: that isn’t what human creation is about. It is that we have to try; to put it down in pigment, or words, or musical notations, or we die.”
- Madeleine L’Engle

Making one’s art, be that whatever it may, available for others is a terrifying and vulnerable thing. I do not take it lightly. In some ways I dread it.

Nonetheless, photographs will be available tomorrow.