Rob Ryan

‘Four Seasons’


‘On the day when we lay down on our backs and let the rain tickle our faces and hands, This was our place’


‘On the day when we lay in the park and felt the grass beneath our bare feet and the sun’s heat on our faces, This was our place’


‘On the day when the wind tried to blow the whole world away but we clung on tight, This was our place’


On the day the snow came the entire city fell silent and we sat in the stillness of its glow as day became night, This was our place’

Hand-cut paper



Date: 2011