by Lucy Gresley
On the morning of the 7 Oct 2020 I happened to watch, for a moment, an old man engaged in a game of catch with a personal trainer. As the man, laughing, caught, threw, grasped, fumbled and chased after the ball, I recognised fleetingly the young boy inside him. Temporarily, in this game between two, it seemed that the ball took flight across time.
(Paper collage with gouache and pencil, including black and white postcards found on 7 Oct 2020 in a second hand bookshop)
If you are on a phone this is best viewed in landscape
© Lucy Gresley, 2020
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