In most of the office spaces I have ever worked in over the years, one of the first things I install is a simple wooden strip across the longest wall. Always a fan of loose prints hanging from a couple of push pins, I put up an assortment of prints almost before anything else is moved in.

The ability to print out the latest work or an inspiration for the next provided an ever-changing gallery. Prints would shift, fade, or be replaced, creating a cycle of impermanence I loved.

In this particular office, the afternoon sun often filled nearly every corner late in the day, curling the prints over time and creating a bit of a third dimension. An open window rustling the substrate against the walls added to the dynamic, creating a soundtrack in the background of the current prints on the wall—a cherished memory I can still imagine with my eyes closed today.

Even now, no matter where I set up a workspace, I find myself recreating that same ritual. The wooden strip goes up, the push pins come out, and soon, the story starts once again.