About the work

A closer look.

Name a place you can't get back to (or a person, and the place that holds them). I go stand in the real ground first, street view and maps, and find the one thing in it that does not move: the stacked mattresses on a Lagos sidewalk while the junction churns around them, the name FLEET on a cream sign while the buried river mutates beneath the city. You keep what I find first, free, either way. If it lands: one original song, written from that single still point, plus one short movement (a floor plan and a score, rendered), built from the same detail, delivered in about a week, one revision. I tell you when a place can't carry an honest piece before anything is owed.