Photographic Series | School Project
The concept behind this series is based on the self-afflictions one can cause to the human body. It is an abstract depiction, focusing on natural forms with unusual angles. The skeletal anatomy is meant to cause insight of being completely exposed. Throughout the series (originally in book format) I include a poem by Emily Dickenson to reflect the pictures. It reads:
It was not death, for I stood up, and all the dead lie down; it was not night, for all the bells, put out their tongues, for noon.
It was not frost, for on my flesh, I felt siroccos crawl, nor fire, for just my marble feet, could keep a chancel cool.
And yet it tasted like them all; the figures I have seen, set orderly, for burial, reminded me of mine,
As if my life were shaven, and fitted to a frame, and could not breathe without a key; and I was like midnight, some,
When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground.
But most like chaos,--stopless, cool, without a chance or spar,-- or even a report of land, to justify despair.