How do we reckon with ourselves?
Really hear ourselves think if we are in constant motion?

What I have come to realize is that the closest I have ever been with myself is when I have been forced to remain quiet, intermittently isolated and alone.

Most of those moments are wonderful, even peaceful and yet sometimes they can be deeply uncomfortable. One can often feel some pangs of loneliness, the itching to pierce the quietness just by being with someone else.

Loneliness is not always a negative word. For a person that is as much an extrovert as an introvert, I struggle to find that delicate balance of time with others and at times by myself. It has been a learning curve because l love interaction, conversation, closeness but I cherish my time alone and I’ve learned that you can still have all that fullness when you remain quiet with yourself.

In a world of continual distractions, background noise, and clutter, I am seeking to find some distillation and quiet in my work. People are often overly scheduled, on the move, their heads in their laptops and mobile devices, onto the next moment, while missing the current one. Many do not see or hear what is right in front of them, where people have forgotten to observe, to take notice, to stop, to breathe, to just be still.

The images submitted are just about that, stillness, when time is suspended.