SPACE B
SHE WOULD’VE HAD MY LIPS
JEDDER JONES
Her image is one imagined only through a desire to grasp hold of something, forever enveloped in unreality. A vision existing only in the realm of the Photographic, an alchemic creation offering a glimpse of the Divine.
Referencing photographic history and its ability to take possession of the soul. Each work a portal in to a reality that reflects only what we yearn and can never hold. An image of something that never existed in our world, a figure immured without time or place.
