My Coat Got Caught In Brambles
photography series, book
2021
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photography series, book
2021
𓇗
In the end, it is sad
to be alone –
withered grass.
In the end, it is good
to be alone –
wild weeds.
/Santōka Taneda/
to be alone –
withered grass.
In the end, it is good
to be alone –
wild weeds.
/Santōka Taneda/
We observe as we walk.
We walk through the city, in nature, through places old and new.
We meet, discover, pass by. And we have the best possible tool to do so – walking! We move slowly enough to notice, to feel (with our hands and senses). We may stand still and gaze (for a long time or just for a while as we catch our breath), examine, bend down and sit on the hillside, get a good look at everything, struggle through, get lost
and emerge.
We can go wherever our legs may carry us or simply to the store or to the meadow behind the city.
And plants are our guides through the landscape and the year. They introduce places to us, give them a shape and often embody the sense of belonging, which stems from
the recognition of things well known.
I, too, am walking.
And my coat got caught in brambles.
We walk through the city, in nature, through places old and new.
We meet, discover, pass by. And we have the best possible tool to do so – walking! We move slowly enough to notice, to feel (with our hands and senses). We may stand still and gaze (for a long time or just for a while as we catch our breath), examine, bend down and sit on the hillside, get a good look at everything, struggle through, get lost
and emerge.
We can go wherever our legs may carry us or simply to the store or to the meadow behind the city.
And plants are our guides through the landscape and the year. They introduce places to us, give them a shape and often embody the sense of belonging, which stems from
the recognition of things well known.
I, too, am walking.
And my coat got caught in brambles.
II, Winter aconite
V, sloe
IV, wood anemone
V,
wormwood
V, dog rose
VII, peony
VI, false oat-grass
IX, crab apple
IX, crab apple
IX, stinging nettle
Everything is connected.
Plants are an inseparable part of traditions guiding us through the year and traditions are in turn a part of our culture. Plants are used in celebrations, greetings, farewells
and pleas. We can speak to them the same way they speak to us.
Plants are not only guiding us through nature but also through time.
If we view time more in its relationship with nature and all that lives in it, it becomes more cyclical than linear. Plants have their cycles just as everything else in nature has its time and meaning. The four seasons change and those changes are of great importance to us. We know what to expect, what to prepare for and what to look forward to.
Even transience might be a foothold.
Plants are an inseparable part of traditions guiding us through the year and traditions are in turn a part of our culture. Plants are used in celebrations, greetings, farewells
and pleas. We can speak to them the same way they speak to us.
Plants are not only guiding us through nature but also through time.
If we view time more in its relationship with nature and all that lives in it, it becomes more cyclical than linear. Plants have their cycles just as everything else in nature has its time and meaning. The four seasons change and those changes are of great importance to us. We know what to expect, what to prepare for and what to look forward to.
Even transience might be a foothold.
Thus our great fear of passing time loses its weight. Time passes by and it will pass by again and again, forever returning. And although our attempts to stop time remain futile, they might be considered beautiful and fulfilling to the same degree. It depends on the way we stop, what we lay our eyes on and what we pay attention to.
Futile Effort, 2021
Credits:
text translated to English by Daniel Vonášek
text translated to English by Daniel Vonášek