The work began with one bird, photographed again and again, layered until it seemed to become many. The idea was that time could be made visible by compressing it and forcing it into a shape the eye could read.

But I didn't expect that the work would eventually ask for the opposite of that. The final image is about a different kind of presence. Time is not frozen but released into a space so open it stops feeling like time at all.

I kept returning to the same place until the feeling was right. I think what I was waiting for was permission to stop. To let the image just be what it was without asking it to explain itself.