The series The Season I Was Born started in the darkroom some time ago. I was layering negatives of women and trees and exposing them to light sensitive paper in order to create reciprocity between them. It was another project where I desired to honor the importance of nature and her healing powers. But the original idea fully developed years later when I rediscovered the prints. It was winter, my Hermit time, and I was thinking a lot about the individual seasons and the changes they bring along. How magical it is to tune into each season, listen, wonder, smell, feel…Something I didn’t fully embrace in my younger years. I realized that knowing each season better is like knowing myself better. Or is it vice versa? Knowing myself better is knowing each season better? I think it is both. The more we know each other, the more love and understanding flows both ways. It is a reciprocal relationship. I experimented more with colors this time. They are my perception of tones for an individual season, equinox and solstice. 

                                                                                                             

I’m born anew each season

I’m a season herself

There are no boundaries set
We breathe each other’s mood

 

Drifting together and returning
followed by colors and sensations

One season I’m planting a seed
the other I’m harvesting

 

It’s deep and intentional 

The season deserves to be seen

 

She gives so much! How could I not notice?
The abundance of it brings me to tears

I’m born anew each season

I’m season herself