PAUL PHILIPSON – LOUISE PARAMOR – JON BUTT
There is a life to be lived, one imagined, created with blind force. Rooted far in the fundamentals of dirt, not owned or dictated by anyone. It’s in a permanent state of becoming, never to decay; a home you can’t grow out of, a beauty not stolen.
The longing that has travelled light years to be with you, the most human feeling of all.