Abandon all thoughts of intrusion, and meet the sky head on.
Searching for the Angel's egg, again.
When you go, take me with you.
I am hoping to capture something of the essence of more ambiguous dreams with this series: my own dreams especially. The title was taken from an old set of poems that I once wrote, concerning the allure of being lost within a forest - and the whole psychological, spiritual and symbolic ways in which we try to interpret it. This also brings Marie Louise Von Franz to mind.
I had originally called them 'The Forest Weave' although the French version, as ever, feels closer to my heart.
I submit very few words recently because the work feels quite difficult to explain, but I am enjoying working with my camera once again! (also posted at flickr)
Dress by Basje.