It started with an obsession. Telling a visual story about a  feeling that didn't have words. Chasing the sensation a space gives dreamt, remembered or imagined.

Finding the way to a painting from slowly piecing shapes together. I'm retracing my footsteps to a place. Grappling for the feel of a door, a shape of a stairwell's shadow, the texture of a wall.

In this fuzzy mental image certain parts are clear and edges are frayed. Chasing the inconsequential details that leads to its spirit. 

Architecture either threatens or welcomes you. Once you're near or inside there's a pact that says you're in collusion. You've become part of it and it you.