Sculptor & Photok
Photok
Hey, I was just standing on a ridge watching the sun melt into the valley and I swear the light itself was a story I wanted to capture. How do you feel when you see a scene you think could be a sculpture—does that spark a piece in your mind? Let's chat about chasing that fleeting light, but in your clay or stone and my lens.
Sculptor
It’s like the light whispers a rhythm, and my hand feels the pulse in the stone, waiting for that moment to breathe. I chase the fleeting glow, carving what I feel rather than what I see, and when you snap a frame, I imagine the same light reflected in the curves and lines of my work. We’re both chasing shadows that shift with the sun—one with a brush, the other with a lens. Let’s see where the two paths cross.