Memento Mori

Literature makes great use of seasons as the ultimate metaphor for the cycle of human existence. Winter is full of cold decay, while spring offers the chance for renewal. The seasons reel around and around, so marking the passing of the years.These photos above were taken last year, when the scent of early summer hung in the fields. I needed photos of a dress I had made for a GCSE art project, to present alongside the creation itself. (Nearly a year on I've now finished my AS level in art). Time has not so much taken flight, as hopped and skipped in seven league boots through the months. Days have been measured in train journeys, homework, blog posts. They are also...