Decomposing love

This series of photographs are part of a larger collection of work that I produced this year during a 6 month masterclass with photographer, friend and mentor Diana Lui. I have shuffled and reshuffled these images in my head so that they express a truth and in doing so, I have discovered that we all have many truths and takes to tell but I hope with these 10 images I manage to express a cohesive visual journey into a part of me. I consider this work to be a purging of sorts... I often link poetry with photography, so here is one of my favourite poems of all times, "Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.