Time and again, and the time before,
Who’s that knocking on the front door?
And that gytrash in the doorway,
Has he been there before?
Thoughts thought fast but pondered long,
Recurring like the melody of a Siren’s song,
Eternally changing like Oceanus,
Shape-shifting, ever moving, polymorphous.
Scythe and an hourglass,
Two sets of wings,
One open, one closed while the Siren still sings.
Inexorable rhythm and flow of the clock
As we’re drawn ever closer to unseen rocks.
|Transience represents a multi-disciplinary exploration of time and its evocation. It is a celebration of life’s fleeting pleasures in balance with the implied perpetuity of the frozen photographic instant. Here, the passing details of daily life contrast with the timelessness of grand narratives. Transience invites you to take time with time itself.|