"The lost art of having a deep conversation..."

"The lost art of having a deep conversation..."

 Soft spoken like the wind. Or more like a soft breeze. Words flowed out with a gentle touch that caressed the leaves. The roots and a cat bear witness to my voice while it slowly speaks sentence after sentence. It felt like a confession.

Soft spoken like the wind. Or more like a soft breeze. Words flowed out with a gentle touch that caressed the leaves. The roots and a cat bear witness to my voice while it slowly speaks sentence after sentence. It felt like a confession.

 The sun rises and warms up my skin. I couldn’t help myself looking at it all in metaphors. I once thought that a pot was just a pot or a vine just a vine. That roots were made just for plants and not for humans... I never considered that they could

The sun rises and warms up my skin. I couldn’t help myself looking at it all in metaphors. I once thought that a pot was just a pot or a vine just a vine. That roots were made just for plants and not for humans... I never considered that they could also be a place, the smell of someone’s hair, or that one time you say goodbye…

 Birds sing and cats purr. What a time to be alive. The light gets brighter and brighter. I could swear  if I would ever die, heaven could look like this.

Birds sing and cats purr. What a time to be alive. The light gets brighter and brighter. I could swear if I would ever die, heaven could look like this.

 I take the leaves in confidence and share my hearts desire. A sip of coffee comes next. Coffee… Always coffee… No milk. No sugar. My soul likes it that way and to experience things as they are intended. Raw and full of magic.

I take the leaves in confidence and share my hearts desire. A sip of coffee comes next. Coffee… Always coffee… No milk. No sugar. My soul likes it that way and to experience things as they are intended. Raw and full of magic.

 Could the leaves hear what I just said? Phrases that are only meant for the ears of god, and spoken in a way that it makes my shadow hide from me. I say to him it’s okay while I choke up but I am happy at the same time.

Could the leaves hear what I just said? Phrases that are only meant for the ears of god, and spoken in a way that it makes my shadow hide from me. I say to him it’s okay while I choke up but I am happy at the same time.

 Serenity…

Serenity…

 Everything in its right place at the right time. Words are not just words. They are vessels, and when spoken right they will travel time and space without exhaustion. They are guides to get you where you are intended to be.

Everything in its right place at the right time. Words are not just words. They are vessels, and when spoken right they will travel time and space without exhaustion. They are guides to get you where you are intended to be.

 Surrender…

Surrender…

 Why else would you travel 3000 kilometers just to hear that one song…

Why else would you travel 3000 kilometers just to hear that one song…

   "The lost art of having a deep conversation..."    was photographed at the end of 2023 in Morocco and printed in the beginning of 2024, and is a short visual poem accompanied by words.

"The lost art of having a deep conversation..." was photographed at the end of 2023 in Morocco and printed in the beginning of 2024, and is a short visual poem accompanied by words.

 Each photograph is hand coated  with gelatin silver by Cristian himself. Has a slight selenium tone, and completed with Sandarac varnish.

Each photograph is hand coated with gelatin silver by Cristian himself. Has a slight selenium tone, and completed with Sandarac varnish.

 Sandarac originates from Morocco and is won from the Tetraclinis or Arar, whic is a Cypress like tree., and is used to seal the coating. The varnish itself is a combination of Sandarac tears and lavender.

Sandarac originates from Morocco and is won from the Tetraclinis or Arar, whic is a Cypress like tree., and is used to seal the coating. The varnish itself is a combination of Sandarac tears and lavender.

   "The lost art of having a deep conversation..."
 Soft spoken like the wind. Or more like a soft breeze. Words flowed out with a gentle touch that caressed the leaves. The roots and a cat bear witness to my voice while it slowly speaks sentence after sentence. It felt like a confession.
 The sun rises and warms up my skin. I couldn’t help myself looking at it all in metaphors. I once thought that a pot was just a pot or a vine just a vine. That roots were made just for plants and not for humans... I never considered that they could
 Birds sing and cats purr. What a time to be alive. The light gets brighter and brighter. I could swear  if I would ever die, heaven could look like this.
 I take the leaves in confidence and share my hearts desire. A sip of coffee comes next. Coffee… Always coffee… No milk. No sugar. My soul likes it that way and to experience things as they are intended. Raw and full of magic.
 Could the leaves hear what I just said? Phrases that are only meant for the ears of god, and spoken in a way that it makes my shadow hide from me. I say to him it’s okay while I choke up but I am happy at the same time.
 Serenity…
 Everything in its right place at the right time. Words are not just words. They are vessels, and when spoken right they will travel time and space without exhaustion. They are guides to get you where you are intended to be.
 Surrender…
 Why else would you travel 3000 kilometers just to hear that one song…
   "The lost art of having a deep conversation..."    was photographed at the end of 2023 in Morocco and printed in the beginning of 2024, and is a short visual poem accompanied by words.
 Each photograph is hand coated  with gelatin silver by Cristian himself. Has a slight selenium tone, and completed with Sandarac varnish.
 Sandarac originates from Morocco and is won from the Tetraclinis or Arar, whic is a Cypress like tree., and is used to seal the coating. The varnish itself is a combination of Sandarac tears and lavender.

"The lost art of having a deep conversation..."

Soft spoken like the wind. Or more like a soft breeze. Words flowed out with a gentle touch that caressed the leaves. The roots and a cat bear witness to my voice while it slowly speaks sentence after sentence. It felt like a confession.

The sun rises and warms up my skin. I couldn’t help myself looking at it all in metaphors. I once thought that a pot was just a pot or a vine just a vine. That roots were made just for plants and not for humans... I never considered that they could also be a place, the smell of someone’s hair, or that one time you say goodbye…

Birds sing and cats purr. What a time to be alive. The light gets brighter and brighter. I could swear if I would ever die, heaven could look like this.

I take the leaves in confidence and share my hearts desire. A sip of coffee comes next. Coffee… Always coffee… No milk. No sugar. My soul likes it that way and to experience things as they are intended. Raw and full of magic.

Could the leaves hear what I just said? Phrases that are only meant for the ears of god, and spoken in a way that it makes my shadow hide from me. I say to him it’s okay while I choke up but I am happy at the same time.

Serenity…

Everything in its right place at the right time. Words are not just words. They are vessels, and when spoken right they will travel time and space without exhaustion. They are guides to get you where you are intended to be.

Surrender…

Why else would you travel 3000 kilometers just to hear that one song…

"The lost art of having a deep conversation..." was photographed at the end of 2023 in Morocco and printed in the beginning of 2024, and is a short visual poem accompanied by words.

Each photograph is hand coated with gelatin silver by Cristian himself. Has a slight selenium tone, and completed with Sandarac varnish.

Sandarac originates from Morocco and is won from the Tetraclinis or Arar, whic is a Cypress like tree., and is used to seal the coating. The varnish itself is a combination of Sandarac tears and lavender.

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