Tile work has a voice like no other art form. Its charged with not only being beautiful but must be able to endure conditions no other medium is built for. Clay is cut, fired, colored and laid with intent in patterns across floors. People spend their days walking across the labors of the creator, paying homage to its beauty by pausing ever so slightly in their stride to admire the beauty beneath their feet.
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell.
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