timing
I was in the summer of my life
blooming with all the flora possible,
filled with sunlight & gorgeous, vibrant colours,
the fruit of love I had for you riping,
ready for harvest.
But I was taken aback
when the cold winds of your soul entered my gardens,
you ruined the crops I was growing so patiently,
freezed the land
and in the middle of the summer
snow started falling from the sky.
Snowlake by snowflake
covered everything in a thick, frosty layer
under which nothing could survive.
My love froze to death
& there was only the sound of wind howling
in my now empty cavities.
When my winter was the harshest
your seasons changed.
Your snow slowly melted & soon summer came.
You sent me a basket made of spring twigs,
filled with the most exquisite fruits
from your now flourishing garden.
And the frost from my heart, like a mould
slowly started covering your gifts
until they shrinked from the cold.
I love it when me & my mother collaborate. Her part is to make magic with the camera, while I come up with new ideas for the photoshooting & transform myself each time into a different woman. Sometimes it is hard to come up with something we haven´t already tried. This time I was inspired here on Behance, but mainly in our garden. I had to sacrifice a few flowers, so later I decided to make them immortal by photographing them. I also took a photo of the mess I made while I was getting ready, only to remind myself that I am able to function even in my chaos.
