The Immortal Mortals was staged inside the artist’s studio as a small theatre constructed from drawings, cloth backdrops, and light. The resulting platinum prints feel both intimate and archaeological. Against a shadowed terrain, lone figures appear in early twentieth-century breastplates, neither quite armour nor costume, but something ceremonial and strange. The plates evoke early modernist theatre, or the beginnings of science fiction imagination, part prosthetic, part shell. Their wearers seem paused in time, fragile and alert. Not warriors, but perhaps witnesses, dreamers, or survivors. These figures do not dramatise their condition. They stand. They watch. They wait.











