The poet John Donne once wrote that ‘in heaven, it is always autumn’ – as if rebirth into life everlasting awaits yet another temporal transition. And in the same way that Donne refuses to perceive finality in a soul’s journey, art must always be poised for its renaissance.
The truth is we idolize birth, with all of its productive, pungent newness, the fresh promise of something other than what was before. What we forget is that nothing can be created without rearranging, rewiring and rebuilding what has happened already.
Photographer Jake Terry and artist Amy Finlayson muse about masking parts of one’s identity to reveal a deeper form of self expression