Marcia Michael

Taken at night, where my body in cultural mourning, became barely visible in glimpses of rememories, that is somebody else’s memories. The solitude of being in the dark and the visualising of pure darkness, illuminated my mind. It was at that moment just before sleep, in sleep and just before one awoke from sleep that these memories of self and others returned. In a need to capture this moment this time, night became the one and only truth teller.