Not all there is to know, we can see.
There is an emptiness, a void, that has to be filled with the wild air that wanders from the mountains back to the sea. We watch but don’t see what we don’t know. We watch the objects but fail to see time floating by. We can’t see what we’re not looking for.
What happens when we leave.
What will happen when we return?
(dry point needle etch + pencil on Zerkal paper)