"Dreams of Oceans Colliding" - A Series of Photographs
between colliding oceans
dreams of otherworldly delights
merge with my human body
decaying in bliss
as her eyes touch me
and her words draw me
on the canvas of her hands
surreal lines
crossing crashing waves
until we emerge
with nothing but
memories that seem to flee
An Ode to the Girl Who I Could Never Write
There is this point on the horizon, where dreams start to collide with reality, just like two different oceans try to merge but a perfect and distinct line emerges. There is no convergence, only a diverging line that perpetually and forever divides the two, dreams, reality, kisses from the gods and the harsh reality of a demon's laughter. The world becomes a strange place, only occupied by voices that try to lure you deeper into the dream, away from reality.
There is a point on the horizon that always seems to fade the closer you try to come to it, receding with every step you take to try and reach it. Just like trying to remember a dream that slips from your hands like sand falling between your fingers, this dot on the horizon becomes the dream itself. The harder you focus on it, to try and capture its transience, its ephemerality, the faster it tries to hide itself behind the very horizon line that divides dreams from reality.
The girl tried to escape into dreams, as she always does. The world collided with dreams, and collapsed into itself into a spectacular and delightful eruption of emotions.
She walked on the beach, a purgatory or liminal space that separated dreams from reality. I tried to get closer, but as I walked beside her, the ocean began pulling on her, tucking at her heart and reclaiming her drowning soul.
I share with you this dream, captured in photographs, so as to try and make the moment real, more real than the dream that evades my touch.
It was but a dream. A nightly fever that returns, taunting me to go deeper, to drown myself to become alive. Through death, as the portal to life, I might find the girl who I could not write. But, this seemed like the ultimate challenge for which I did not have the right virtue. For the girl was on the beach, inhabiting the in-between space. Through death we might be united, as the poets proclaimed, but for now, the words could not capture the moment in enough detail.
I could not jump.
I could not find the words that allowed me to not dream. Because the dream never ended, because I could not get to the horizon that kept on receding, I could not begin to find the words that allowed me to die a poetic death on paper. The dream was forever locked behind the lack of capacity to think poetically in this moment.
I could not write the girl, I could not write about the door I needed to walk through.
But she was there, in the dream, on the edge of reality, pulling me closer and closer.
It is funny how reality and dreams sometimes collide. Is the photograph not a kind of dream through which we can almost make sense of reality? Photography is the ultimate illusion, so close to reality, so close to dreams, a point on the horizon that always recedes the closer we attempt to get to it.
We live through the lens, we try to make sense of the world, we are poets but without words. Images are the metaphors we communicate with, only to realise that we lack the capacity to think differently. This is why the artists of old preferred painting as medium, as each brushstroke replicates millions of words, while the eventual product of their practice becomes a photograph, capturing everything in excruciating detail.
We photographers merely attempt to write with what we capture. We try to dream worlds that does not exist linked with what we find in front of us.
Alas, we can only write as much as we dream.
Happy photographing and keep well.
All of the musings and writings (and dreams) are my own, albeit inspired by the girl I could not write. The photographs are also my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Nikkor 50mm lens (and Tamron 300mm if I remember correctly).
Soooo I'm geussing the lady is The Betty?
Anyways, I'll be honest... didn't read all that much but I do enjoy your photography...
The one with the dried mussel looks damn snazzy, iconic actually.
You might be able to sell that...
How have you been?
She sure is!
Thank you so much, my friend! Nope, I have never really tried. And the fiance is always telling me to start an Instagram page to try and begin a photography career, but I am not so sure about that!
I am so busy but well! How are things that side of the pond?
I mean you don't necessarily have to do the photography on full scale, maybe just a sideline thing? A weekend thing and earn some extra cash? However if you do manage to make a name on Instagram for yourself you can make quite a few bucks passively? With little to no effort?
I mean you are enjoying photography so it wont exactly feel like work!
Also quite busy in my pond! Trying to wrap everything up before the year makes its finish! Ahhh I am dying to go down to the seaside! This was one hell of a long year, but I don't want to wish the time away!
Patience is key right!
For sure, she is always telling me to do this as well! Thing is, I have a very old Nikon D300 camera and an old manual lens, which is all good for what I am doing on here, but in the field there is always that problem of the camera dying on me at any moment, or the lens just deciding not to work. If I want to really get into it, I need to at least upgrade my gear a bit so that it becomes more reliable. And this will set me back at least close to R70 000. I can get stuff for cheaper, but it does not really help downgrade from my current gear.
But I will check it out, maybe I can get something going on if I get clients that will take me on with my old gear!
Patience is indeed the key! Same here, my friend. I am trying to just finish up everything, but it seems like it never ends and only speeds up toward the end of the year. Best of luck my friend!
An intriguing set of written poetry and dreams my friend, only until the ring is on the finger, as then the allusive horizon will be reached. Forever together.
I like the way that you described the living through the lens peace, as it is so true about us modern artists.
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Thank you so much! Sometimes when I am really tired the words seem to form themselves, so I am so glad that they made sense!
For sure, I am working tirelessly to get the ring on her finger! Together writing a story.
Great that you write with your sub-conscious, as it holds many files of everything that you have learned over time.
I am sure that she works just as hard my friend, and it will happen when it's meant to be.
!BEER
For sure. Life in South Africa is getting more expensive by the day, and with insurance and all of that nonsense (which you need in this country) it can quickly add up. Neither me nor her have the type of money to sustain us in these regards, so we still need to wait a bit.
Patience my friend, as the wait just makes things so much more worthwhile in the end.
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