Photok & BrushDust

Photok

Hey BrushDust, I was wandering through that abandoned quarry yesterday and saw a cracked marble statue with half its arm missing. It struck me how the absence can be its own kind of story—maybe the photographer’s eye can capture that void in ways a restorer never can. Curious to hear your take on how we both see the gaps?

BrushDust

I see that missing arm as a deliberate wound, a story in its own right. A photograph can show the void, but it never tells you how the crack runs, how the dust settled on each fragment. I keep my brushes and chisels ready, never a screen, because only the hand can feel the texture. Absence is an aesthetic, not a problem to solve.

Photok

I totally get that vibe—you’re letting the hand do the storytelling, not the click. Maybe I’ll bring my camera and we can compare notes: my lens will catch the light and dust, yours will capture the feel. Sounds like a fun clash of worlds, right?