Impressions in the shadow of darkness

The sound hits you before you enter, hit is too strong a word, it is more like a stroke than a slap. The constant buzzing in the dark is constant and starts off disturbing but becomes grounding. Accompanied by pictures that remind one that although we are genus and species strangers to the wood that surrounds us in this womb of a space, we occupy the same space and time, both vulnerable and susceptible to weaknesses of age and frailties within the physicality of our being.

Despite man's ever growing armoury of technology and knowledge, it remains a fact that we pass from existence only to be replaced and displaced, that the many individual battles we may win or lose will come to nothing when we finally lose our war with time.The images that fade until pale grey traces remain, until they too fade, remind us of our own impermanence. One day we too will fade and die away, and one day even our traces will die away, even documented evidence of our ambitious hopes and achievements, the texts and photographic images, will be lost and decay after we leave, as history and time continue without us.