Reflected Worlds

Nothing is just one thing.
Reflected Worlds slips between surfaces—where windows don’t just look out, they look back. The city repeats itself in glass and chrome, puddles and shadows. Echoes masquerade as clarity. Reality doubles, then blinks.

These aren’t reflections.
They’re revisions.
Each image is a layered confession: what’s there, what’s imagined, and what dares to exist in between. A storefront becomes a portal. A pane of glass tells two truths at once. What you see is only part of what’s looking.

Interior and exterior blur.
So do past and present. So does self and stranger. This is the architecture of duality—the quiet hallucination of walking past your own outline in a window and wondering who noticed.

Reflected Worlds asks: what if the mirror isn’t broken—just honest?

Reflections distort. They reframe. They ask us to question what’s true and what’s simply well-placed light. In this collection, buildings ripple, skies bend, and figures appear only as echoes. Reflected Worlds is about perception as much as presence. It’s a mirror—one that doesn’t always give a clear answer, but always gives you something to feel.

A vintage trolley holds stories behind each window pane. Laughter, weariness, and curiosity travel side by side, as a boy waves outward—an echo of childhood wonder within the city's steady pulse.

McKinney Avenue

One part driver, one part streetlight. Caught in the city’s glassy overlap, he becomes both passenger and pilot of the morning.

Double Shift

A floral riot, oversized shades, and the joy of being seen—and doubled.

Peacocks & Pineapples

A lone commuter stares out the window as golden light slips across the city skyline. The train hums forward, but his thoughts stay behind. Caught between movement and memory, he becomes a silhouette in the fading day — part of the view, not the journey.

Sunset Commute 

Abstract pigment and midday heat. There’s something beautiful about art that doesn’t stay still.

Spectrum Carriers

A woman strides with confidence, her coat a pattern of bold defiance. Between shadows and blank walls, she claims her space. Grace and gravity coexist here—style as armor, and movement as statement.

In Transit

Side by side under the fair tent light—stitching together a moment of color and age and quiet understanding.

Stitched Together

He came for the art, but the gallery found him instead. Hat first. History second.

Seeing Colors

A mashup of eras, textures, and unfiltered self-expression. Street style that doesn’t apologize.

Cherry Books & Sidewalk Sparks

Legs in motion, skin in story—this one’s walking through life like it’s already been inked.

Playing Peek-A-Boo

A barista works the espresso machine, morning light pouring through the café window like steam. Her posture and the cluttered counter reflect the quiet yet often overlooked art of repetition, of crafting care into every cup.

Overlooked

A quiet kind of intimacy—shared food, soft laughter, and a dog curled into the rhythm of the moment.

Saturday Steps

A quiet moment amidst the chaos—precision in the pour, copper glint in the light. While the streets hum with tricks, here it’s all about craft and ritual.

Pour Out

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