*she heard whispers
Wandering amid the foggy downs, I am in awe at how transient the world becomes. My senses become awash. I become lost, and found, and lost again. The fogginess describes something briefly, then takes it away – everything is fleeting. Standing still, the almost-there’s blink unfathomably, imagination filling in the gaps.
This series aims to portray these feelings of being deep in this vague nothingness, and finding a quiet peace amid it all.