SAD STONES

In the vast continuum of time, stones stand as silent sentinels, enduring and steadfast. While it's said that a rolling stone gathers no moss, I find myself drawn to the emotions of things that remain still, ensnared by my camera's gaze. Unlike us, their existence isn't tethered to the relentless pursuit of survival or the urge to reproduce. They stand indifferent to potential obliteration. For those with a poetic inclination, a stone may be seen as an entity lost in deep contemplation.

In this series, I juxtapose meticulously captured studio images of these seemingly impassive stones with text that flirts with malevolence. The ambiguity of the text is intentional: are these stones bestowing upon themselves self-deprecating titles, or am I, Tommy, simply being a jerk? While there's an element of playfulness, these pairings underscore the peril of intertwining text with imagery and the deep-seated consequences of labelling. The work delves into contemplation, self-reflection, and the delicate interplay of introspection, satire, and the gravity of words.