Arrow

Model: Julian Devon

We’re looking out at nothing, reaching out for something, wondering when we’ll touch the wall that is always just beyond our fingertips. The comfort of the stone that grounds us, feels safe. We’re always just in inch away and years beyond. A safety we yearn for and shun all the same. We’re in pursuit of a box that can hold us as we were once held before we could breath. Four walls- one, two, three— there’s always one missing. So we reach.