David
Chancellor

Standing in a city can be utterly jarring, the cacophony of sounds that weave their way into your soul crushingly painful.

The world spins around you holding back any calmness that you might have. What boils inside often stays inside. What this increasingly presents is a time to assess why I do what I do. What does the world outside know or understand, or even care about issues that don’t affect them on a daily basis.

Most we consider to be ‘1st world problems’ however in reality they are not. We are so connected now that each and everyone of us can have a profound influence on the planet. So rather like standing within the matrix, as all those around me spin, my world often does not, it hangs heavily from my heart until it begins to move, and those surrounding it stop and pay attention to it, rather than accelerating past it without regard.

This is a poem from Robert Frost, and one that increasingly writes itself into my very being…

The road not taken…

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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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.