The session was long — longer than most — and the light moved through it like a slow conversation, changing tone and temperature as the hours passed, offering something different at every turn. And somewhere in the middle of it all, I tried something new. Fake flowers, placed carefully between my position and the set — close enough to the lens to dissolve into colour, to become a soft, breathing curtain of blur between my world and Sean's. An experiment. A risk. The kind of creative leap you only take when you feel safe enough to fail. And Sean, as he so often does, made me feel exactly that. He stayed. He waited. He gave me time. He always does. Some subjects inspire you simply by being present. Sean has always been one of them.