In a world that urges us to define our position, align with a cause, rush to find meaning, and label our experiences — what would it feel like to live in The Space Between?

The Space Between is both a personal practice and an offering — an invitation to dwell in the liminal, the overlooked, the not-yet-resolved. It is a space of quiet tension, with a hum of aliveness:

 Time stretching.

 Edges blurring.

 Rationality fading.

 Emotion rising.

In my artistic practice, I’m drawn to the subtle textures of urban life — a reflection, an object out of place, a fleeting human trace, the edge between presence and absence.

These fragments, often dismissed or unnoticed, carry a quiet poetry and a stillness that beckons me towards them. They remind me that the world is always speaking, even when I’m not listening.

The photographs that follow are not declarations, nor do they tell a story. They are portholes — invitations to soften your gaze, to dwell in ambiguity, to sense rather than interpret.

The Space Between is where a new way of seeing becomes possible — one that holds uncertainty with grace, finds beauty in the unresolved, and seeks connection beyond division.

What new reality might you imagine, if you allowed yourself to live in The Space Between?