TWELVE is a mixed-media project comprised of silver-gelatin, hand painted photographs.
The photographs are accompanied by short poems which unveil a relationship in twelve stages.
THS PROJECT IS ABOUT
love
simple understanding
warmth we want to embrace but also give
dreams we carry with us every day
waves of joy and doubts
early mornings and late afternoons
you & me standing in this world naked
and feeling everything we desire to feel
TWELVE...
1. E X P L O S I O N
“Nothing
darkness
then I saw her light hair
and I became alive again”
/she remembers/
2. A T O M S
Every cell is longing to connect
with mosses, sun, hair, lips
stunning nipples, splendid hips
/pure desire
purity in desire/
3. C R E A T I O N
Something is happening
something different
something big
swaying like a delicate twig
/believe it/
4. E D E N
It takes courage to walk into the garden
it takes courage to bite the apple
taste it with relish
bite it for a taste of mortality
it takes courage to do this act of freedom
and /not to betray yourself/
5. O L Y M P U S
Do they tell you to go east?
go west then…
sing your voice
paint your choice
/voice
choice/
6. R E F L E C T I O N
Their minds joined
so naturally
and quiet
like a seed joins the dirt
with lightness
without being hurt
/reflection/
7. F A I T H
They sing a song every morning
like birds do
to celebrate
to feel
a new day is their old religion
/to heal the real/
8. T R U S T
In the mist of the acts
their hearts have grown
/stronger
equal
resistant/
covered in gentleness
existing far away from words
9. L O V E
Saturday:
the table has crystal stars
they seem brighter
the table has cracks
they seem deeper
you are sitting next to me
and your smile makes me
/what comes first
trust or love?/
10. R E A L I T Y
Sometimes
cobwebs are delicate
the sun can burn them easily
and lift the ash to lost burrows
/sometimes
it’s hard to dream/
11. D R E A M
I'm holding your breath
in my palm
warm and tender like your body
when you turn your attention
to my side of the bed
/dream or reality?/
12. T I M E
The horizon at the end of the day
feeds our dreams
all creatures are on our side
covered in purple
they are pointing sharp fingers into
/eternity/