Life slips thru our hands like water. All that remains are a few images, a few phrases - like scenes glimpsed from a rapidly moving car, each second is swallowed by the one following it which in turn is instantly replaced. All art is an attempt to arrest this process that cannot be arrested. Life is poignant, haunted, elusive, sad... and therefore beautiful. We are all "on the road", all of the time.
this image is used to maintain space
this image is used to maintain space