Ben CopeChild of Night and Sleep

"›When thou awakest wilt thou dissenble all the secet joys,
Or wert thou not awake when all this mystery was disclos´d?‹

With this verse of William Blake the book ends. I do not quite understand the text, but it sounds wonderful, deep, mysterious.
And so are Ben Cope´s images of his beloved. Nude, dark, beautiful and without an answer. Love is real, and yet remains a mystery. A bold dream, but so vulnerable.
With extreme crops, hard black and white, lots of darkness and physically strained image surfaces ›Child Of Night And Sleep‹ is a severe, immediate visual poem from a world without everyday life." (Hannes Wanderer)