From the moment we are born, our body is in a constant state of evolution.
We emerge, grow, transform and ultimately decay.
The landscape of our body has its own intimate story to tell. We are marked through our engagement with life, moulded by the people we meet.
Perhaps this is why scars intrigue me. They act as a permanent reminder of the lost moment, prompting memories, which speak of our resilience and fragility, evoking trauma and triumph.
We cannot fully suppress the demise of the body. Instead we must inform our attitude towards it. Change is inevitable and necessary. Without it we stagnate.