• The language of stillness
  • The language of stillness
  • The language of stillness

The language of stillness

Work exists in that space between dreams and waking, those split seconds when a person has a foot in both worlds. Light like the first rays of twilight filtering through a curtain when even the dust seems to glitter with some sort of hidden purpose or meaning.

The language of stillness.

The solitary sound of your own footsteps echoing down the streets of a deserted city. And on every building the flickering image of a silent film like faded memories.

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Allison Brandi's Work
Night-scapes, Harlem New York