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