by Luke Sheridan. An account of a journey. As written at the time and unaltered. Meandering plains, gently drawn pillows of silt that at times abruptly swing into a valley as sand dunes but which tend to converge between mountains to push the water into rapids. The beginning of this journey is permeated by the […]
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by Luke Sheridan I said goodbye to a friend today. A mirror. A rainforest well of the same unknown depth. A crystal cave undrained by men with ropes and suits. Unvisited by the thousand eyes Devouring the monthly publications Extolling the great wonder of the hidden Deep, displaying in photographs ‘untouched’ nature with a Proud […]
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by Luke Sherridan Staring at the sculpted rock before us, no larger than my hand, I offered an answer: ‘It’s a woman’. We had been asked for our first impressions on this ancient object. ‘And why do you say that?’, asked our guide Dr. Mallica Kumbera Landrus, quickly and excitedly, and with a curiosity which […]
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The Poor Print 