In January, while waiting to photograph head shots for an annual report by the CuDC, a local arts nonprofit, Robinson noticed a private workspace in a back room at Flashpoint Gallery.
An ordinary assortment of stuff — glue sticks, a half-eaten box of gourmet crackers — sat on a steel desk belonging to Karyn Miller, director of visual arts at the gallery.
The mundane scene piqued Robinson’s interest. That space, neither shocking nor glamorous, anchored the contents of one woman’s career. For Robinson, that was enough to warrant a photograph.
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