In case it all disappears

In grief, one skirts the edges of the unsolicited, seriously alternate reality. Untethered, one tends to float. Unbidden, gravity begins to solidify in unfathomable increments, in places best kept recessed until we are prepared to meet them more fully. Fuelled by embers, the mind and body navigate in syrup and episodic clarity. This is a project in process. The accruing photographs are to be considered testaments one might say, to an era now ended. As the future reconfigures, they juggle for place, muted in tone, interior and exterior, drenched in the inks of wavering light. Uncommon the comfort, forever its recognition, embodied in a place of literal coordinates and psychic destination, at once worn and unassailable.