What is an essence? The still point within chaos? What is chaos, in the chineese language it is made up of two symbols- danger and oppertunity. The grace of perfect danger… I found an elder flower suspended as if in mid air, trying to take a photo of this miniscule flower, it kept eluding me, and the outcome, a series of blurred images. Evading the focused shot, it seemed to hold itself in another space, that required another kind of intimacy. It was a game: positions were exchanged, I was it, it was it, I overtook it, it side steped me at the last moment… is it only elusive because I’m trying to catch it?
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