Eva Beazar

The sound of clinking glasses and soft jazz melodies fill the air as conversations unfold in the twilight of the bar. Pause. Yesterday, I walked towards the future. A journey of a million lives. There’s no straight line in time. We can time-travel through what’s been lived. Days feel different in time through one’s gaze than in another’s. I traversed various landscapes. On this road or from different worlds. Static Snowstorm Harsh light Path Rustling of leaves my coat’s too loose My shoes, too big. A glimpse from the chapter of the Waiting room: A meeting in a bar (2023),ongoing project, silver gelatine prints each size A3.