2014 / Photography / Variable dimensions

Scene from Call of Duty: Ghosts

“What we call the beginning is often the end.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.”
—T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets (1943)

At the instant of failure, when the atomic blast marks the collapse of the mission, the image resists closure.

What appears to be an end—uncertain, futile, inescapable—becomes a mirror of our own condition: that we are never safe, that every conclusion carries within it the seed of its beginning.

These images hold us in this paradox, suspended between ruin and renewal, where the end is not final, but cyclical.