"I can finally look calmly at these images. The walls have become flat planes of colour, spaces rhythmed by grey traces, becoming in turn paintings bounded by a frame. I admire how delicately time has painted these wings of dust that remain, like butterfly wings, long after the heart has stopped." Photography has captured atmospheric elements, a dimension the naked eye cannot see, traces appearing with greater clarity, as if one needed an entomologist's patience to catalogue the most sensitive variations of form, naming each species, each tremor of breath, with encyclopedic precision.