Sometimes blue, and sometimes grey

Sometimes here, and sometimes away

Sometimes time doesn't exist at all. Years go by, static yet fleeting. Light flickers across your face, the shadows recede. Sometimes it is truth, and sometimes it is intangible. Music keeps playing, and tears keep rolling. Our faces keep changing, and nothing ever seems real at all. Everything feels so real.



Capturing light reflected from a moment in time has a romantic pull for Schwientek who appreciates every imperfection afforded by the process. Scratches, dust and tears are all veils of the recorded memory, they remind us that the moment has passed. It cannot ever truly be revisited.