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 35ยฐC 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 depthโit 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.
Donโt 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 goingโwhere 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.