That cover image, the way she emerges from the shadow low on the wall yet divided from it by the wood toned rim lighting reflected onto her waist, the coiled spiral of her poise, the cool lighting from the window, the inclination of her head, and that gaze, so other worldly and fey.

All those long evenings toiling to produce your magnus opus while others strived to scry the actions of the figure between the filament bulb and silhouettes formed that fleet across the battered old timbers & bricks of the room, all the while wondering to themselves "What's he building in there?..."

Our best works take effort, a lot of it, and time, and then more effort again. Our greatest works are oft our greatest struggles, so much so they can leave us questioning our judgement and sanity.

The experience they may catalyse in others, wonder, joy, bemusement, thrill, can easy form the impression that their production was commensurate with such, seldom do we consider the possibility that good money was paid to secure valuable equipment in a locker whilst its owner attempted sleep in a terminus chair. Most prices paid in pursuit of mastery are not of coin, but are of note. And you are mastering chiaroscuro, it's a joy to observe.

Looking back I'm sure you know every price in this journey was worth it.

Patrons perusing the pages of this album will attest the same.

Congratulations K, per aspera ad astra!