Each season in life comes with different joys and trials. When one is living in happiness, it is hard to even imagine pain. Then it suddenly strikes. There is this unspoken moment where the person is not even able to react; it is the shock, petrifaction, or a formal feeling.
I have recently experience great pain; the words of Emily Dickinson could not seem to get out of my mind. This image is a expression of her poem. Though the pictures were planned the outcome was not; which is a narrative on how in life we plan our lives, but the outcome may be something entirely different. I have embraced this change in life, as well in my photography. It has only made me stronger as an artist and person.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’
And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?
The Feet, mechanical, go round –
A Wooden way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –
A Quartz contentment, like a stone –
This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –