A gleaming pearl is born from a simple grain of sand. What is to be transfigured starts as a nuisance, a frustration, a distraction. A needle caught in the throat. Here we have it. The unending trials of a quiet milieu, a sorrow unspeakable, a joy that must be shared – a white hot ember that burrows deep and catalyzes something inexpressible. With lens and brush you capture it. With roll and ream you share it. And here’s your silver bullet - a glowing canvas. A beacon reflecting the golden light.