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This scene first revealed itself during a quiet walk through Tossa de Mar, long after the day had settled. With no expectations, only an awareness of form and space, the composition stayed with me, enough to return before sunrise and wait for the light to arrive.
As morning crept in, the street began to shift. The warm glow of the lamp held on briefly, set against the cooler tones of the waking sky and the darker undergrowth below. Stone, shadow, and light found their balance for a moment before changing again.
Just minutes after sunrise, the lamp switched off. The window was smaller than I realised. This image sits in that narrow space between night and day, where artificial light fades, natural light takes hold, and the town quietly moves on.
Photo by: Bradley Basten
THE WORK
This scene first revealed itself during a quiet walk through Tossa de Mar, long after the day had settled. With no expectations, only an awareness of form and space, the composition stayed with me, enough to return before sunrise and wait for the light to arrive.
As morning crept in, the street began to shift. The warm glow of the lamp held on briefly, set against the cooler tones of the waking sky and the darker undergrowth below. Stone, shadow, and light found their balance for a moment before changing again.
Just minutes after sunrise, the lamp switched off. The window was smaller than I realised. This image sits in that narrow space between night and day, where artificial light fades, natural light takes hold, and the town quietly moves on.
Photo by: Bradley Basten
THE WORK
THE WORK
This scene first revealed itself during a quiet walk through Tossa de Mar, long after the day had settled. With no expectations, only an awareness of form and space, the composition stayed with me, enough to return before sunrise and wait for the light to arrive.
As morning crept in, the street began to shift. The warm glow of the lamp held on briefly, set against the cooler tones of the waking sky and the darker undergrowth below. Stone, shadow, and light found their balance for a moment before changing again.
Just minutes after sunrise, the lamp switched off. The window was smaller than I realised. This image sits in that narrow space between night and day, where artificial light fades, natural light takes hold, and the town quietly moves on.
Photo by: Bradley Basten
THE EDITION
SIGNED & NUMBERED
Edition of 30 per size.
ARCHIVAL PRODUCTION
Fine-art photographic print.
FRAMED OR UNFRAMED
Available as print only or framed.
CERTIFICATE OF AUTHENTICITY
Included with every artwork.
DESIGNED FOR CONSIDERED SPACES
See how artwork could live within your space. Shown here to give a sense of scale, composition and presence
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