the dresses have been made & dyed & we’ve been led to this place.
i’m craving a sentiment that i can’t quite put my finger on. it’s a certain mood that erases the boundaries of time. who knows when the buildings started to crumble, the spirits left, or the roots took back their territory? who inhabited this space before? it’s not that i don’t have expectations, but it would be impossible to predict how today will unfold. no doubt, there will be many offerings of place & light, but it is up to me to capture the right ones. i must wait patiently for the light. i hope that the sunlight at the end of the day will reveal our colors of the earth … they are barely there, echoes of plants & earth. perhaps they drew us there.