Again, the English language fails to have a word to describe the depths of sadness, how a heart can feel heavy, how a stomach can drop to your feet, or how missing someone can cripple you.
Looking morose as shit underneath a Joy Division lyric.
This was part of an assignment for an Art and Social Practice class, wherein we were asked to re-enact the work of another socially engaged artist and make it personal. I chose Anna Ladd's piece to re-enact, with my own thoughts.
Photos by Matt.
“The closer he looks at the child, the less he sees … The more he looks at it, there’s nothing there. He fears that the more you look at him the less you see. There isn’t anything there.” - John Hughes
i always wondered what the fuck this scene was about