Liminal Corners

Every room has corners. That’s just geometry. But nobody looks at them. Ever.

Most of these exist inside places you can’t get to. Behind a couch in someone’s home. A hallway in someone’s office building. The landing at the top of somebody else’s stairs. Even the people who live there, the ones who pass through these spots every day, they’ve never once looked down.

I keep finding myself drawn to them. Photographing them feels almost greedy, like I’m documenting something that was never supposed to be seen. Not abandoned. Not forgotten. Can’t forget what you never noticed in the first place.

No one ever thinks about these corners. Doubtful most ever will.

Home. 2021.

Building 36. Sunny morning, 2026.