sunday is sacred for me.
i have a series of little rituals that ground me for the week.
taking pictures is one of them.
it's like an invisible string that binds me to the present.
as my eyes skip around a space, my mind focuses, my breathing slows, and my lungs expand.
sundays are for still life.
these shots were taken at my aunt and uncle's home in barnes, london. they're renovating the whole place soon, so this was my way of honouring it before it disappears.