We roam through the woods, surrounded by nature.
A greeting from Mother, enveloped in warmth.
OLD SOUL
Photographed 2021, Neusalza-Spremberg, Germany | Published 2021
It was one of those days when the heat felt like a burning blanket trying to set me alight.
The sun had been beating down at over 35°C for days.
On the old railroad sleepers in the small town of my childhood, the tar began to melt.
Time stood still, and I could feel something oozing from the timber as though it were alive.
Slowly, an obsidian-like lake formed, radiating silver, embracing grainy wood.
Flecks of mercury shimmered on the surface, catching the light like molten metal.
I felt a connection to something ancient, something so old that it seemed to have a soul of its own.
This form, this face, this depth—it drew me in.
I stopped.
The trains still pass twice an hour, and I find myself wondering if I will ever encounter something like this again.
A magical moment where time, weather, and place aligned to reveal an ancient soul.
SPIRITUS
Photographed 2021, Leipzig, Germany | Published 2021
I flew away and sought out freedom.
Don’t you know that feeling of being detached from everything?
I revel in the wind.
The breeze embraces me, gently holding me in its power.
Where are we going—where are we going, together?
SEDIMENTATION
Mini-Series Photographed 2021 in Fribourg, Switzerland and Leipzig, Germany | Published 2021
Life accumulates experience by layer, outward and inward at once. Do we dare to look beneath?
SEGMENTS OF PROFUNDITY
Photographed 2021, Fribourg, Switzerland | Published 2021
A step. Another, then another.
The layers unfold like a staircase leading into the unknown, and I feel ancient.
How long have I been here, and how much further do I have to go?
I crumble. Worn and silvered.
Opening wide, I fall deeper still.
Imagining an unknown, mysterious realm beneath.
But hope pulls me up yet again.
INTERLAYERED COMPLEX
Photographed 2021, Leipzig, Germany | Published 2021
What pulsates beneath the surface?
A thought, a life lived full of emotions.
A presence takes shape and yet is not free.
I connect.
Breathing in this form.
It is part of me.
Layer by layer by layer,
I feel the depth, the stories, the memories.
Who am I?
Something confused.
Where is the beginning?
I cannot find it.
Where is the end?
I search and I reflect.
I hold on to it.
Walking on the new path of imperfection.