by Sean Shimmel

Skulls always seem to scare with their grim ﬁnality, but upon reﬂection they also, strangely, foster joy and awe.
‣ As the classic hymn reminds: “…when from death I’m free, I’ll sing and joyful be.” That ﬁnal sting of time undone at last!
‣ Spanish cellist Pablo Casals escaped into the daily refreshment of “ordered splendour.” As an artist and photographer, the intriguing symmetry of the skull undergirds the endlessly intriguing beauty of the face. Personhood. Beauty. Individuality.