A kind of restless hunger, a flowing, a body joining with other bodies, assembling and reassembling: intimacy and expanse in equal measure, upheaval and hope. The photographs and words in this work were created on and around a volcano and on volcanic islands to Italy's south. Volcanoes are more than one thing, both stillness and movement, with an individuality and a strength yet arising and falling, always in process. Pressure points, radical upheavals, giving way to destruction and creation, they are a paradox unsolvable and real: apertures where one world's truth spills into another.