somewhere between these peaks and valleys, I missed you

The smallest pieces of matter are expressions of waves: waves built on waves to make cities full of people living in buildings; maybe driving a car to work. As each of us pass through this landscape we have moments where we possibly share a space just as another person has. The sin waves of all our atoms line up to strike the drum of existence at what seems to be the exact same time. Very close. Very, very close. “somewhere between these peaks and valleys, I missed you” is an outward expression of these building blocks that make up physical space. It gives the viewer the chance to see themselves expressed in these building blocks, and feel the sensation of standing in exactly the same moment as another.