Fluidity. 2015 For eight years, I lived in this place. This building was visible from my window.

I photographed it over time, not systematically, but when something shifted. Light, fog, season, hour. Early morning when the fog dissolved the upper floors. Autumn when the trees changed colour around it. Night when only the lit windows remained visible. The building itself never changed. Everything around it did.

24 photographs made over several years. The same angle, the same object, different states. What interested me was not the building, but what time does to a familiar thing. How the same place can look like a different world depending on the light, the weather, the hour.

There is something specific about photographing a place you live in. You stop seeing it consciously. It becomes background. These photographs were a way of looking again, slowly, deliberately, at something that had become invisible through familiarity.

We carry places inside us long after we leave them.​​​​​​​​​​​​​