A woman crouches on the ground, hands protecting her head In front of her is an old hurricane lamp. the lamp provides the only glimmer of light. She is surrounded by darkness.
Blog, The Albatross

Holding back the darkness

I had been travelling through a dark place for some time. It got darker and darker until I could barely hold back the darkness. I hope for people to relate to this image in their own way. I think we have all had our own darkness at some point. The darkness is different for each of us. For me, the darkness is fear.