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There’s something hypnotic about this self-portrait series on falling.

“It asks the question of what it means to resist the struggle, to simply let go. Or what are the consequences of holding on?”

I used to have nightmares about falling from great heights.

And I’ve had my fair shares of falls in real life; nothing life-threatening – a number of head-floor connections, a few sprained wrists and fingers, bruised egos aplenty and even the occasional giggle at myself (I know right; I blame the multiple concussions). Mostly, not fun in the aftermath.

But in that split second when you are suspended, freed from the tethers of Physics, weightless, soaring even (when you are going fast enough, heh heh)…

And then Gravity claims your ass. Oww.

You remember that moment, don’t you? That moment you stop fighting, and just surrender yourself to the moment, to these strange sensations.

Nothing else matters. Certainly not your preconceived notions of how things ought to go or be. We just need to laugh a little more; love a little more; and just live. LIVE.




Written by The Intimate Stranger

January 10th, 2013 at 10:36 pm

Posted in the dark side

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