White sheets

Handwritten poetry : 

When an inspiration captivated her soul, she would write for hours forgetting to eat or sleep. With dilated pupils and gasping breath, the urgency of her movements seemed to indicate that she was in a trance. At times she raised her eyes to the sky as if invoking the Gods to whisper a word that escaped her. Then she realized that she could no longer distinguish dawn from dusk as she had lost the sense of time. When the feverish flow of those few days had dissipated, she would abandon her notebooks and sheets to move on to the next draft that would carry her away again. She had left behind an infinite number of unvarnished writings which, although abandoned, still existed and represented the breeding ground of her imagination. She lived alone, had no children or partner and occasionally invited into her home men she'd met on a street corner or in a café. Surrendering herself to someone for the first time felt like being carried away by words. White sheets. Desire and inspiration. When their bodies were close to reach climax, wild plants seemed to spring up here and there, making their way across her wooden floor, wrapping themselves voluptuously around her hips and clinging voraciously to her neck. When the moans faded and all was quiet, she was moved by what was already gone but had however left marks - the warmth of passion, the scent of a perfume, the scratches on her skin. But they were ephemeral and would eventually disappear too. So she lived to the rhythm of these fleeting love encounters without trying to build anything, in the den of this playground for misbehaving children where their nature could express itself unhindered. Inconstant and reckless, perpetually ecstatic with the beginnings. Like the wind, sometimes caressing, sometimes whipping more insolently, then tirelessly pursuing its course.

Explanation :

The photography together with its handwritten poetry represent the parallel - duality - between the woman who lets herself be carried away by her creative flow of writing and the woman whose body lets itself go.

The common denominator are the “white sheets,” the white sheets of desire and the white sheets of inspiration. The handwriting symbolizes the wave of inspiration, the sensuality and undulation of the bodys movements. Unconsciousness (what arises in our minds) and consciousness (we leave our bodies to express ourselves in contact with others) grow and flourish side by side.

White sheetsis an ode to passion, inspiration and vanishment.