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Marks of life left behind as shifting traces on particles of colour, immortalised like the ghosts of old Pompeii, held in time to guard against the oblivion that must come to us all. Like melody without music, we let ourselves dream, led by our emotions. But we exist only for a moment, in the space of our memory, before disappearing into the depths of time. In this series the image staves off oblivion, holding on to the starlight for a few extra moments as it glimmers in the passing night. With a strange beauty we appear and disappear, a second, a moment, a lifetime, and then the void that so preoccupies our fanciful hearts. We are born to disappear, we live to be forgotten, in the game of life and death Freed from the weight of our folly we can raise our eyes to the future, to our inevitable end.