2022, ongoing
Sitting in bed
Blaming one another
The words ran out
Leaving space to grief
This giant black hole
Vibrating
She took me by the hand and
Into the void I walked
It isn’t emptiness.
‘Black Hole’ is a photographic essay on rebirth.
When life is falling apart and there is no more Home ; nowhere else to go but the unknown.
It was being nurtured in a vision, months after a heartbreak.
And when it felt like running away, I was instead standing at the edge of something new.
Handprinted on expired Baryta paper
10,5 x 14,8cm
