I've been holding out on these for over a year now. I was wanting to capture a humans limbs agains the Earths.
Often times when I'm taking a photo of a human being in a natural space it is much more important for me to see the length and fullness of the surroundings, rather than the face. I feel I am able to capture a more accurate scale of where we really lie in the greater scheme of things.
I remember last year that I had this vision of 'limbs on limbs' several months before summer. I spent those months just waiting for my sister, Viva to arrive for her break, envisioning and feeling into what I was wanting to create. When we finally came together to shoot I was a bit nervous. Its always kind of like that when I propose to photograph another. I have an idea, they most likely have an idea, and the outcome... well that remains to be seen. I remember that after we walked through the trees and onto the road, back to my car, that we were both excited. The shoot was more about the blending of various forms between me and her. And just being able to mix with another who at times feels like an extension of my own heart, was just thrilling.
Today I thought I would share the first segment of what evolved between us, including words by my sister.
Take your time, and for more of Viva's writing check out the link below.
Funny thing, being human,
How to love.
Funny, how we’re born naked and raw
And die with clothes on, maybe
And then people cry like
How we did when we breathed
For the first time.
We’re weakest when we laugh
And strongest when we cry,
The tears are made of the same things either way.
Funny how the most beautiful things,
Ever in the world
Hurt more than the ugly.
How without the ugly, there would be no beauty.
How we’re strongest when we laugh
And wisest when we cry
The tears are the same,
The blood is the same,
The bones are the same,
We are the same.
I’m Really Her
Every now and then I stretch my
And spread them out way up above my
Sometimes I'll pose a thought and
levitate a bit,
See if I can hover wholly still.
I like to think I do well as a bird.
And these ocean breezes love me
Every now and then, I'll watch the
All the different people driving round.
Sometimes I sit on sills and sing to
And whistle till they try to capture
I like to think these wings like being
And every beat they fly is a
Sometimes I watch a girl with
She dances and pretends to be a
And sometimes, now and then, I just forget:
That I'm a bird; I think I'm really her.
- Viva Wittman
Stay tuned, this is just the first Chapter.
Good things come in Three.