A bit of interiors shooting today, in the place where the environment never changes. Daylight, outdoor temperature, and clocks exist not in this place. Rather it might be only the flow of guests, patrons and others that mark the passage of time in this hallowed space.
The walls, floor, ceiling, lighting, work, workspace, and general placeness of Panopticon Gallery in Boston. A dear friend runs the place. He sure works it. I just shoot it.
It’s an attempt, or a practice, to get better at understanding inside spaces. Of making sense of geometric living, of an architect’s intentions. Finding my eye within their creations.
Happy to be hanging.