David
Chancellor

This past night, I sat and watched the heavens pass by outside as all around me wrestled with the price we now must pay to live and love under the dark wings of COVID.

There has never been a better time for us to reevaluate our relationship with the planet; and yet, we continue to squabble amongst ourselves. I look around and see man stuffed into a cabin, protected from the world outside; and also now on the inside from the virus that stalks his every step. I wonder where we are hurrying to.

I’m reminded of the peace and quiet that I’ve left behind, the warmth of those who surround me there, and realise that there is hope - and how our future rests within our own hands: we have to take responsibility for our actions. Kindest starts with those around us. 

Not for that city of the level sun,
Its golden streets and glittering gates ablaze –
The shadeless, sleepless city of white days,
White nights, or nights and days that are as one –
We weary, when all said, all thought, all done.
We strain our eyes beyond this dusk to see
What, from the threshold of eternity
We shall step into. No, I think we shun
The splendour of that everlasting glare,
The clamour of that never-ending song.
And if for anything we greatly long,
It is for some remote and quiet stair
Which winds to silence and a space for sleep
Too sound for waking and for dreams too deep.

- Charlotte Mew.

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The Print

A series of limited open-editioned, unsigned digital c-type prints are as sized below. These are in an edition of 100 prints per image.

C-type (Matt) Edition of 100 in total
Paper: 12 x 10 Image: 10 x 8
Price: UKP 100.00 plus VAT and shipping.