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, September 11, 2013
There is far more in this world that, when it comes down to it, doesn't make any sense. Cruelty. Abuse. Inequality. Too many things to name here and now. Perhaps the only way we can make any sense of it is to change whatever it is we can change. Make your own world, even if the world hasn't earned entrance to it yet. It's the only way to make it a better place after you're gone. -Erin Forquer