to swallow the sky
sculptures of matter and mystery
Hello. This post is about Death & Birds. And Dogs.
We arrived in South Africa, last week. The flight was long and arduous, and instantly forgotten upon arriving in a world where nature reveals herself in a succession of relentless explosions—shape, form, colour, sound and scent erupt in each direction. From here it’s clear that the big bang marked the start of an almighty, cosmic exhale upon which the word ‘life’ was spoken—and from here the word still resounds as loudly as it did when our species was but a twinkle in time’s eye.