Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison
A door, isolated in a wooden frame, opens to the man carrying a briefcase. He smiles out of the old void as he prepares to step into the new, from nothing to nothing, with a grin on his face. The sleeve of his three-button suit falls an inch and a half above the crisp white cuff of his shirt that act as the perfect frame for the handshake of Mr. Salesman.