Working on my ghosts
You rave for beauty like powder on a corpse.
While petals hold their color, fantasy is refuge.
When they rot, the lie fabricates itself,
Truth becomes ammunition.
Every shining tail of your life
was buried with the bride.
White dress, white noise, white grave.
Is that why cold is prescribed?
Because frozen hatred keeps its shape.
Crystal armor turns every ricochet
into something that mimics light.
And fire, what of fire?
The blaze has no mercy for deception.
Its breath eats inward,
devours the organs first.
So learn to endure it,
or form something from the ash.
I wrote you a melancholic poem -
Iβve always wanted to be an artist. A poet.
A poet cannot live.
He is cursed with the gift of observation,
the burden of silence,
the heaviness of words,
the obsession of meaning.
Meaning is chased, created, wanted
so deeply it hurts
it ferments, cripples,
to the point of lostness and affliction.
So I resigned myself
to blindness, bizarreness, eeriness,
nonchalance and chaos.
The fire it prevails can sometimes
heat the void,
but it cannot shed light
on its insatiable, bleak, somber ego.
So what should one do?
Stagnate in lies,
cruise on fantasy,
in the hope that pain might subside.
O Narcissus! Eternal god!
How I wish your reign would end,
your omnipresence in the zeitgeist
finally undone.
You dance insidiously with our every breath,
listening for the sound of our last one.
You do not command; you entice.
History bends toward your reflection.
Cities burn with your inflation.
You destroy by loving yourself too much,
by mistaking the world for a shining surface.
Your image lives in me as well,
smaller, weaker, but obedient.
I fear you because I recognize you.
Reef & Root
Built from what drifts.
Held by what anchors.
A gesture, a bloom,
a quiet fracture in the order of things.
Florist photo dump
Thank you @ninasaccani and @ateliermai98 for this photoshoot
#florist #ikebana #bouquet
Series III β Macro of a Calla
A tintype misfire turned artifact.
The bloom bleeds into silver β
An accident becoming an expression of its own.
Organic. Incrusted.
Not just captured β transformed.
#florist #tintype
Series II β The Leaf
Each experiment with tintype evolves and transforms the forms of the ikebana.
#tintype #ikebana #photography #flowersofinstagram
Series I β Cluster of flowers
Exploring the meeting point between floral impermanence and photographic permanence.
These arrangements were created in the spirit of Ikebana β honoring the dynamic between earth, sky, and man β working with flowers as soulfully as the medium of tintype demands: slow, precise, imperfect, and deeply intentional. A quiet conversation between two crafts.
#Ikebana #Tintype #photography #flowerdesign
