The Fall | La Chute

Since a young age I have always been captivated by the classical elements of tragedy. At school I studied the plays of Sophocles and Euripides, seduced and fascinated by the notions of hubris and hamartia and how even the most powerful amongst us can be just a breath away from fragility and loss. I fell in love with the plays of Shakespeare in my final years at school, my favourite being Macbeth and Hamlet. There is something acutely touching in watching the fall of somebody great. The idea that as their ego and influence crumble and the mirrors of the ego fall away, we can that find that beneath a humanity that has so much more potential for beauty, tenderness and creativity than when they are alone on the pedestal of power. I am drawn to the beauty of old age for this reason. In the fragility of this period of our lives I find we resonate with something acutely tender, perhaps it is the soul that we can see as the walls beneath life and death become paper thin...