Rooms
A distinct memory I have as a child was watching light wash across ceilings and walls. Whether it was car headlights, a street light, the sun or my brother’s flashlight, the swish of light within all the angles captivated me. Still does.
Rooms
A distinct memory I have as a child was watching light wash across ceilings and walls. Whether it was car headlights, a street light, the sun or my brother’s flashlight, the swish of light within all the angles captivated me. Still does.
