As I sit curating this image into The Huzzas Collection alongside its title, rationalising its choice in reference to the moment and all it entails, Im just left staring into it its Hollow . The gnarled appearance of the blue lip and the centre of the image seems to remind me of a tree hollow.
Understanding the effort that went in to document this, the head noise of the journey, of fear, the success of doing... alongside the gratitude to be able to even do it to begin with, there is a little emptiness of what next there feels some entanglement of life choices that makes its title complete its story.
