A multifaceted artist who blends the tools of photography, poetry, and storytelling to distil the interconnectedness of the human race and delve into the very essence of existence. My work weaves together mythology, identity, and transformation themes, bridging the realms of the written word and the visual image. [More]

 

Nature, the Backbone of Humanity

Part of the Flora and Faunacation series, encompassing the idea of humanity turning its back on nature, forgetting we are nature and nature is us.

An exploratory series looking at ways of combining my photography, poetry and philosophical musings.

I am using high-key lighting and silhouette-like portraits from compatibility mode mixed with flora photos taken specifically for the series.

I want to create some large-scale, possibly life-size works that combine my poetry to tell a story.

Two examples matched with poetry are shown on these pages.

What am I Becoming?

Does the caterpillar know what it is becoming?

If the caterpillar knew what is becoming, would it want to-change?

What if the caterpillar looked in the mirror and already thought he had the beauty of the butterfly?

Would evolution stop and say “enough is enough?”

Would time say “I have given all
I can give”?

Or would the world simply continue to ‘progress’?

Into the Sun

Into the sun I stared
The longer I gazed
The more cleansed I hoped to become
To burn everything down
To lose the past in the flames
To lose myself is all I desired
The hope of finding a new life
Reborn from the ashes
Like new growth in the forest
That can only come from flame’s touch

New worlds contained in a flame
The same potential within the shell of an egg
An eggshell so fragile
Yet it holds a life and all the promise of a future
Such is the fragility of life
Sitting on a razor’s edge
Like a puddle in the hot desert sun
Is there time for the water to get to know itself
Before life is extinguished

But what of the water’s beyond
Matter cannot be destroyed
Matter is transferred
Where does the water go?
Into the clouds?
To fill the reservoirs of the sky’s tears
To fall on the other side of the mountain
Does the water know of its destiny?
Has it a preordained plan for the afterlife?

Does it come back again as water?
A raindrop?
A drop in the ocean?
Or a teardrop?
From the eyes that stared into the sun
Failing to blink for fear of missing the moment
Hoping for resurrection
Only to evaporate
One more time