2020

still, life?




“Few things are as frustrating as needing to express a thought without the words to do so. In my case, the language simply does not exist yet. What I do have are pictures, and if it is true that ‘a picture paints a thousand words’, then in years to come I hope to bask in days of song, never again stuck for verb or noun. Here, you see the lines of my skin and of stone, their knowledge of each other and what they are still yet to learn; the motionless calm of having witnessed life, and the momentary pause of that which is still questioning what it means to be living.” 







© Bez Hall