actually its about love

There is a cemetery on the side of the Garw Valley, part of the carboniferous South Wales coalfield. Above it is a mound covered with rocky outcrops. The gnarly rocks, each unique in shape and cragginess, speak of epic shifts, ancientness and ongoingness. Moving between rock and skin, I notice the lively world between; the critters, colours, smells.

The neither here-nor-there strange shaped gaps offer other spaces to occupy.