The Late Night Mind

Everything begins to slow down, or rather, the process of decay speeds up. The world around has to smother itself in layers to keep warmth in, to keep life. Ironically, trees shed their bright, crisp coats of delicious reds and burgundies, Kissing the monotone pavements with their dried up flames. Autumn is my peak season. It is where the two polarities meet: summer and winter. It is where winter begins to win the war. The skies cloud over, birds nestle themselves away for slumber. It is where many faces are tucked into thick scarves and feet into ankle deep leather. Fall. You would wonder why it was even called that. Surely, the way leaves dance gracefully to the ground is not a mere ‘fall’. Many find the colder months to be a time of reflection and solitude: getting to know yourself better, or perhaps tweaking certain pieces to make your puzzle work. Having been experiencing such intense emotions during the spring and summer months, I only wonder what the leaves will bring me now. Today is the first step I will take, and I simply cannot anticipate much longer. I am embracing to depart for this adventure, for this journey. Enveloping oneself in autumn is as exhilarating as stepping of a pool edge, being completely swallowed in another world of liquid where you cannot distinguish whether your skin is dry or soaked. I will ply the waters of these creative worlds. In my photography, I will try to capture the essence of autumn into my subject’s world. I want to take them on a little trip where ‘impossible’ is even possible. Where imagination is. We can step onto little paper airplanes and fly straight into the heart of change, our breaths condensing from dry lips.