The pages of a 5 year ongoing art project. Photo journals (Volumes I, II, III & IV so far) chronicling the struggle to understand love gained and love lost, and the everyday subtle heartaches and simple beauty that.. well, confuse me. And move me.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Hope may be a fickle thing at times.. it can prolong our suffering and fool us into many things. And even though the truth may be that love isn't fair, or even kind sometimes, and perhaps fairness doesn't really exist, we all still need hope. We need to believe, to hold desperately onto the possibility that things can be better, because sometimes... they actually turn out that way. And that is worth the risk. -Erin Forquer