Words, stories and photo

This project* was a spontaneous collaboration that can be likened to a form of process art. The images were the starting point and were completed based on receiving words and a story from someone other than the photographer - an interpretation, a story that was outside the photographer's original intentions with the image. The image and the story are now a connected work based on two different people's feelings, experiences or perhaps just a made-up story that arose by itself.

The project* is deep in my heart and therefore it will continue to develop my mind and art.

*Projects are defined in this context as a compilation of wonderful and deep friendships that are combined with beautiful minds, secrets, the will to create and seasoned with anxiety

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Night opening 

Whenever I have nowhere to go, I come here.

I came here the first time I knew I loved her. I smiled at the realisation, making the cashier at the gas station think I was flirting with her.

I took her here after a night out on town. We were piss drunk, had a hot dog and wished the summer night would go on forever.

I came here the first time she said she loved me, I wanted people to see my bliss.

The first time she screamed at me and pushed me out of her flat, I came here. I looked for pity and hoped that someone would say words of comfort.

I come here now that she is gone; I close my eyes and and remember the way she smiled on the summer night that we thought would go on forever.

Story and text by

Night Wanderer

The animal in me

I had that dream again. You stood in the hallway, umbrella in hand, and tried to decide whether to leave or stay.

Our conversations had been free and honest. Your confiding in me led me to believe that I could do the same. You said you wanted me to let you in, so I did.

But once you saw the animal in me, you retreated. You grabbed your umbrella and fled out in the rain. I woke up hoping you hadn’t.

Story and text by Aix

The Confession

It is at my worst that I feel the closest to you. I tell you my sins and you give me forgiveness. I reveal my temptations and you give me your blessing. I tell you about my walks through nine fires of hell and you nurse my wounds. Your attention is all I really crave and I keep erring to keep you occupied with me.

You want me to be good, so you can take pride in your creation. But I keep erring. And you stay occupied.

Story and text Lilith

I created a room for you in my heart. I locked the door, granting myself exclusive access. I fed you, told you tales, played you songs and made you share your secrets with me. I made sure you were well taken care of.

That’s why it hurt me to find out you wanted to leave. You said you longed for freedom, a secret room you could keep for someone else. For a second I thought of throwing away the key and keeping you in your prison forever. But I released you, hoping that some day you would realise the room in my heart was where you felt the happiest.

Story and text by Calypso

A secret soul

It’s not that I don’t know what you mean when you say you want me to show you everything. I know. 

I know sometimes you would rather hear my cries instead of my fiery moans. You would rather see my teared up eyes than my stiff nipples. You would rather stroke my hair than grab my ass.

But you settle for what I offer. A body with a secret soul. Most men would be happy. Yet I know you know that you would be even more satisfied, should I let you see all of me. I know.

Text and story by Rumi

Through the lens

I found you on the verge of a hill. You sat there with your camera and gazed at the people below. You offered me a seat next to you and explained your project.

After a while, you pointed down and said: ”Hey, look at him.” You gave me your camera so I could see better.

And so we sat there together. Pointing, laughing, gasping at the people and chaos below. We ceised to be two, we were one. The verge of the hill bacame a safe space.

Then one day, you turned your camera towards me and said: ”Hey, look at you.” And all of a sudden, there were two again on the hill. Our unit had ceised to exist.

Text and story by Coco

A secret affair

A thin layer of glass was all that stood between her and the city. When she touched the window, she could feel its vibrating pulse. Millions of heartbeats accompanying the beats of her own heart. She wondered how much they owed the city for being here. In any other city, they might have just walked past each other, remaning strangers in passing.

Now he stood behind her, waiting for her next move. Soon, very soon, she would turn her back on the city and surrender to the moment that awaited. But for just a little while longer, she let herself stand there, feeling the sensation of the before that precedes the completed after.

Text and story by Rochelle