
About the work
The rain, for all its volume, is just running over the surface. It can't penetrate this hard, cracked ground, not now, not ever. And the woman is just as separate, just as untouched by it all.

About the work
The rain, for all its volume, is just running over the surface. It can't penetrate this hard, cracked ground, not now, not ever. And the woman is just as separate, just as untouched by it all.