It’s all about
time.

Time. We kill it, lose it, find it. Time flies. It stands still. We remember "that one time."

Once time passes what remains isn’t a time — like 4:17 p.m. — it’s a moment. A memory. A person. A place. A feeling. Sometimes a year. Always an experience.

That’s what my work is about. Time.

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Where did all that time go?