Still Life

Tracey McEachran

 

Artist | Educator

Still Life Photography

I pick up a pen

the moment has passed

what was in my head

evaporates

 

Conversations with myself

remains, containes, trapped, circulating

dissiputes when uttered or shared

 

I make images

days, weeks, months ruminating

until formed as an image

made permanent, revealed.

Pacify My Impotency With Your sacrifice My Love