I saw it because I'd love to credit the photographer.
Its shot in Oxford Street one evening while out taking night photos.
Interpret it how you will. Explaining my own interpretation holds little
value.
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- We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"
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