Polymer Etching series (4 prints - Edition of 7), 2015
I hadn’t felt admissible on this morning - yet the mailman was standing at the door, waiting. This presence was alarming and it made clear the unusual haste of passing days. The lives are seemingly in motion.
And on this morning you wouldn’t hear yourself. In fact, the nearness of others was too heavy a burden as you’re attention had been consumed at the sight of an estranged acquaintance. These struggles were once unknown to you. In an instant the wind scattered your thoughts, astray. It seems you cannot see yourself without them.
It is in the present, it seems we have found each other in this evidently senseless instant. It’s meaning may not have any significance to us yet, and still we know precisely that that, is not what matters.