I first noticed this phenomenon while thinking about questions that had no easy answers: whether the beauty we experience, and life itself, are simply the result of chance, or whether something deeper might be at work. I found myself drawn to accidental beauty and began photographing it wherever I encountered it.

As I photographed weathered surfaces, I began noticing the same thing happening again and again. Decay seemed to reveal coastlines, mountains, skies and other familiar forms, as if the natural world were quietly echoing itself in unexpected places.

I still don't know what this phenomenon ultimately means, but discovering traces of harmony where I expected only randomness brought me a sense of peace. Finding, collecting, curating and classifying these images, gradually quieted the questions that had first led me to look.

For lack of a better name, I call this phenomenon Taographia. It didn't solve the mystery, but it taught me to live and create alongside it.