There is something about being alone that is pleasing beyond measure. There is peace to how you can quietly dream your shameful thoughts and how your clumsy self can throw itself into unsightly contortions. How you can laugh, cry or feel things that have not yet been named. Closed doors are underrated, underappreciated, underused, and misunderstood.

The intentional use of black and white with sometimes whimsical and strange elements questions the viewers into recognizing the strangeness of familiar surroundings. Mundane architectural space highlights the melancholy that consumes the isolated. The subjects often placed near the edge try to reflect the tension between physical proximity and the inability to emotionally connect in modern urban climates. There is blissful loneliness behind every closed door, unscathed by futile politeness and empty smiles.