I’ve spent a decade listening for a certain frequency.
A measure of artistic excellence.
One that does not announce itself.
It enters quietly. Then refuses to leave.
Two and a half years ago, I encountered Infinity.
Unmistakable precision. Art.
We reached out.
Silence.
We reached out again.
Silence.
Then Brandon Strayer answered.
Cautious. Reserved.
This film is what we captured.
