Fragments of the Ephemeral — Art Found Along the Way
Fragments of the Ephemeral collects temporary encounters with the creative things humans leave behind. I photograph real murals, painted walls, objects, rooms and small creative traces found while moving through the world’s most captivating cities. Some of it is street art. Much of it isn’t. What connects each fragment is the moment: someone created something, someone else passed it, and for an instant, I stopped.
Real street art and urban photography, found on the walls and in the buildings and kept as fine-art prints for you — these are temporary encounters with the creative things humans leave behind.
Art found along the way.
Someone was here before you. They painted something, hung something, arranged something, chose something, or left some small creative trace of themselves in the world. Then they moved on. Eventually, someone else arrived.
Now, you have arrived to see that moment.
It might be a mural slowly disappearing into an old wall, a strange painting above a hotel bed, a photograph behind a bar, a sculpture tucked into a doorway, or an object someone once carefully arranged in a shop window. Some of it is street art. Much of it isn't. It's much more.
What connects these fragments is something more human. Someone, somewhere, made a choice to create or leave something in a small corner of the world. Perhaps they wanted someone to see it. Perhaps they did it only for themselves. Perhaps they never imagined that years later, a stranger would stop.
But someone did.
We rarely know the rest of the story. Who made it? Why there? What did it mean? How many people passed without seeing it? Does the person who left it know someone noticed?
They may never know anyone stopped.
Every fragment is a real photograph — a real wall, a real city, a real moment. Nothing here is generated. The photographs preserve fragments of those encounters and allow them to travel again—from someone who left something behind, to someone who happened to notice, and eventually, to you.
By the time you see one, the original may already be gone. Or perhaps it is still there, waiting quietly for the next person to notice.
Sometimes it isn't the art that disappears. We do.
We leave the café. Check out of the room. Turn the corner. Board the train. Leave the city. And somehow, the fragment keeps travelling.
For the moments we weren't there for, but somehow they still found us.
Perhaps that's why we keep certain images close. Not because they simply fill an empty wall, but because they give us somewhere else to look—a place we've never been, a person we'll never meet, a story we'll never completely know.
Not because they complete a room, but because they open one.
The collection begins in Tbilisi, Georgia, with six encounters found along the way. Other cities, physical prints and editions, Preserved Encounters, zines and books will follow.
Perhaps one of these fragments will make you stop. Perhaps you'll never quite know why.
The art may remain. The moment does not. Find the fragment that makes you stop — and give it somewhere new to be found.
