T h e P o e t r y o f E n t r o p y
The conversion from order to chaos, from existence to extinction, serves as our means of perceiving change and distinguishing one moment from the other. Entropy is the key to this process. Absent entropy, the universe would exist in an immense, perpetual stillness, where never and forever are the same. Without entropy, time, at least for us, would cease to exist. And life would be unbearably dull.
Where chaos unfolds to create a beautiful balance.
There exists a realm of untold stories woven into the very fabric of the landscape.
Once more, I'm wandering these unimposing paths, where the commonplace meets the extraordinary.
Where tangled branches reach out in intricate patterns, weaving a tapestry of nature's design.
Dense thickets, like a secret garden, conceal unsettling truths within their infinite
depths.
depths.
Thorny bushes guard the passage to childhood landmarks, etched in the memories of
those who once played beneath their shady canopy.
those who once played beneath their shady canopy.
At the heart of this labyrinth, a castle made of fallen trees and inconquerable undergrowth, stands as a silent witness to the passage of time.
The journey through this hedgewood maze is not for the faint of heart, as memory lane can be a treacherous path.
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild
This series of images was self-published within a small edition handmade book project.
