"Look,
we don’t love like flowers, with only a single season behind us; immemorial sap
mounts in our arms when we love."

–
from “The Third Elegy,” Duino Elegies.

Rainer
Maria Rilke

“This
eight frame work consists of four pairs of photos of the artist alongside
details from drawings. Here, is the
monotony of hectic mornings and burnt toast, and the recalled temperature of
relationships.

If
Work is like an animal’s load of passage, it is also what enthralls us and
keeps us going.

Time
brings its seasons and the changing speeds at which life is lived. Reverie
precedes action, and action precedes the dream … and so on.

The
last stance is of the inert body mesmerized by the end of time.”