Where statues become alive.

There is something irresistibly charming about photographing statues. Maybe it is the way they hold a pose longer than any human model ever could, or the fact that they never complain about the cold, the angle, or my creative vision.

Statues are the perfect collaborators: patient, stoic, and blissfully unaware of how many times I circle them looking for “just one more shot.” In a world full of fleeting moments, I suppose I have developed a soft spot for subjects that literally can’t run away.