Without A Mother One Cannot Die

All life springs from the death of a predecessor. What has come to pass reinvents itself in new forms. They evolve and disintegrate into dust to become mother for the new. - Human life in western societies is very separated from what we call nature and point to, outside our windows. When actually, we are a closely connected part of this cycle that all things continuously go through in different shapes. They may be breathing at this moment or a tree, quietly turning what they need to live into the air that so many others rely on to live. Or a rock that may have not changed much in centuries but will eventually disintegrate into dust to take a million new shapes.

Just like life evolved on this planet in millions of years, in one lifetime we humans go from the splitting cell, to the creature leaving the water. We start breathing air, develop consciousness and experience life, become creators of the new before going back to the mother we come from. We are the Universe experiencing itself.

I photographed the rise and decay of life in different forms with a focus on our human experience, the attraction, will, aggression, longing, lust and creation of life. But I also invite to relate to the other life forms that we once were and one day will be again.