For a visual artist the website is not a container for the work, it is a sample of it. A template signals that the person either could not tell the difference or did not care, and both readings cost jobs. So this is built like a printed monograph: an oversized typographic hero, an ink-and-bone palette with a single vermilion accent, and enough space around each image that nothing competes with it.
The selected-series index uses cursor-following previews instead of a thumbnail grid, because a grid flattens a body of work into wallpaper and buries the strongest frames. The gallery strip drags horizontally, which suits photography's aspect ratios far better than a vertical scroll does. And every path ends somewhere commercial — prints, commissions, licensing, with starting prices — so admiration has an obvious next move.