That was the theme of my dream last night. So many people in the last few months have had loved ones passing on. I suppose this sparked a somewhat literal but beautiful stack of images. Cathedrals of Enriched Ash, oddly biblical for me ;) yet apt, I think. These bodies of work, oral histories leave something swaying behind that we struggle keep substantial and upright through memory, mirroring, stoking and dreaming. We don't really stand in the middle of ghosts, we walk through tangible inherited landscapes, everyday.
