a view from the sea on my trip to the French Riviera
I would live in a world of faded grandeur, of vintage scenes. A setting between this life and that world. I am escaping in little bits from a past life in to a new life.
When leaves fade and leave skeleton skins, we can see through from this side to the other; a new life.
I like see-through, veiled worlds and existences. I dream of creating places that don't exist and then capturing them with the lens, or at least creating the scene within my minds eye.
This Summer has seen discomfort and exquisite pain as I shed skins from old to new. Right in the thick of it. Knowing intuitively it's right, but grappling with the unknown and the fear of my own thoughts about things.
If we are like pieces of clay then the form is changing right now. I like that it is possible, but find myself writhing in the processes. So many processes in life.
I am reading, reading. Still on and on. Like I will never stop at the moment:
Maybe like a spider I am weaving, weaving - continuously. Finding my place, but knowing deep down, a static place is never really found, we are part of an ongoing dance and journey in movement and expansion. always.