Within my studio, I gaze out of the window the sunrise at the industrial neighborhood at 7:37 am and take a snapshot. In the blink of an eye, 23 hours and 59 minutes pass, just one minute short of a full day, I am on the same spot looking out the window once again. Between these two flashes, how much has happened, how much has been left unsaid? I take one more picture of the ending moment of that day - the moment that connects that day to the next. What has left unspoken, hangs on a ceramic, handmade mechanism that elegantly lifts with a chain an industrial-like ceramic hook where an image that is rolled captures on its front and back those two moments.