Every single thing
Changes and is changing always in this world
Yet with the same light the moon goes on shining
Times Between Family
I smell the smell of orange flowers that wait till may to bloom
Death, Famine & Barry White
Beetroot Soup.
Your journey of self begins between worlds -
falsity will dissolve, trust that all will be whole.
The day they drained the lake.
And through it all the brook tumbles on Singing
You can hear the grass grow.
The branches sway in shimmering gold, leaves begin to turn The light still warms the evening air, but soon the cold sets in
These,
These are the last days of summer
So cold the gas bottle froze,
Old bedding as insulation
The Bicker of Gin and Dylan, Dance off into the night Times Between
The Lake - Golden sun breaking through the trees, scattering stencil shadows along the high earth banks on the far side. There was a rope swing atop the bank - sometimes in the late spring you’d see groups of teenage boys. Laughing and boasting in their youthfulness. Daring one another in an attempt to impress their girlfriends.
A serene landscape - still chaos.
Though is life ever really still? Forever moving forwardtwisting, winding, dancing as the leaf from a tree, casting a soft ripple as it disturbs the surface of the water. One that, if you weren’t looking closely, would go all but un-noticed.
At the start of 2020, my family and I moved to live off-grid on the outskirts of my hometown, Blackburn, and it was here we spent the best part of a year. At a time when the world was changing so rapidly, I was making my transition into adulthood.
With thanks to my family - my brother and sister, dad, mum and her girlfriend - for their contribution in the photographs . Thank you to my uncle, Liam, for his continued support of my work, and too Eva Eicker and my tutors Richard Page & Dave Penny for their support with image selection and sequencing.
And thanks to everyone else whos supported me in various ways over the years -
The potety in this book is a combination of found Haikus and original pieces by myself & my mother.
This book was hand bound by the artist. Pre-Edition © Orrin Saint-Pierre, 2022