There’s a tension in the moments before movement—a quiet hum beneath the surface, the suggestion of force held in restraint. Momentum traces that edge, where presence hints at purpose, and form carries the weight of something about to unfold. Light glides across sculpted surfaces like wind on water, revealing machines that seem to breathe between stillness and surge. Set within a place defined by rhythm and contrast, these images are less about arrival and more about the promise of motion.