BLACK HOLE

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

All images © Nicolas Blanchadell