I can’t help but notice how much we miss the present. We try harder to become a better and a higher version of ourselves. We think that once we get there, life will be better, and things will be easier. We keep on working on ourselves, we don’t stop and look in our inner world. When we make time to look at our inner world, we don’t really embrace our essence. We are beautiful as we are. We contribute to this noisy thing called life in a beautiful unique way with our presence. We fit in this world naturally.
The light concentrates on the models and the flowers, yet they sit in shadows, at once day and night, for we are never made of one or the other, always both. The light, like the models, wasn’t manipulated. I used the light natural to the space. The models’ faces are obscured, their gaze is directed elsewhere and denied the viewer. The series is serene yet melancholy, the frames darken and diffuse around the models, as if complete yet alone. And like the flowers, the models exist in a similar stillness.
Though this stillness reigns over the series, viewed in full, the flowers are positioned to look out or into the following frame. The pose of each flower/woman pair evolves as if unfolding, rising, and falling. My role was to serve as a guide or mediator, allowing all the possible things evolve with the flow of life.