Prufrock’s Days of Hands

Tim Bradley

On View August 25 – November 21, 2025

William Rolland Art Center

Prufrock’s Days of Hands
Tim Bradley

A creative project can begin anywhere, but poetry has long been a steady spark. It works by suggestion and metaphor. It asks questions. Its meaning is often elusive, waiting for life to give us the experience to meet it. Before printing was common, poems were spoken—three times: first for the head, then for the heart, and finally for the soul.

Tim Bradley first read T. S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock in high school. The meaning was not yet clear, but something in it stayed. Even as teenagers, he and his classmates knew Eliot had more than a peach in mind, though they had not yet lived the temptations and hesitations of adult life. Perhaps that is why the poem is introduced to the young—so it can unfold over the years, offering something new with each return.

Decades later, as Bradley’s father neared the end of his life, one phrase persisted: “days of hands.” It felt like a reminder of how little time we have to reach into the world.

Bradley took to the streets of Los Angeles with a small film camera, looking for gestures that seemed to echo the poem’s lines. He also searched his own archive—forty-five years of film, a photographer’s coffee spoons—sometimes reworking images by cutting negatives into fragments and reassembling them before printing. The result is a body of work compiled in the last decade but drawn from a lifetime.

Each photograph is paired with fragments of Eliot’s text, torn from hardbound volumes. Lines are struck out to slow the reading and open the space between word and image.

This is both homage and transformation. In Bradley’s hands, the camera, the scissors, and the poem converge—each influencing the other in the process of creating something new.