One frame: a face on a rooftop
The frame I keep at the top of the desk: my own face, painted onto a rooftop I've never stood on. Warm light, a little grain, a city that doesn't quite exist.
This is the register for everything that leaves this desk: your person, in a place, painted like a memory you both almost share.
Name a person and a place. The first pass is free. Write to [email protected].