One statue behind me, expanded into two. I see myself in a pyramid, sacrificial maidens rising out of the stone. Intensity in their gaze, their supplication. I am an initiate in some Ancient practice.
As they fade, so I return to the burning reality of Recoleta Cemetery in January and move on to the next tomb. But I am nourished by this glimpse of the power we have to see beyond the surface, to create whatever we desire, to be whoever we want to be.
I was born in Montreal in 1967, grew up in England and live between London and Buenos Aires. Like many, I came to Buenos Aires to dance tango and fell under the spell of this city where strangers talk to you, tango music seeps on to the streets and the ornate crumbling buildings speak of grander times. I love writing and crafting words – I've worked as a sub-editor for more than 20 years – and taking photographs.
Just beautiful.
Thanks, dear Steffi. I love this one, too.
Julie-Anne
I found this photo and accompanying comment very moving and important to me. Your creativity and sensitivity never cease to delight!
Thank you
Dearest Frances, such beautiful feedback – means a lot to me. Thank you.
Great work, photo and text. Glad I met you, so I got to know your work!
Sissel, I really enjoyed meeting you at Henk and Pekka’s exhibition. Thank you so much for taking the time to look at my blog and for your encouraging words.
What a joy to start the day here in sunny Britain. Your blogs are breathtaking and addictive. Though under siege from the virus, it’s difficult not to see hope in the bursting buds and warming earth. Your ‘other world’ of the cemetery helps to find an escape into the spiritual world.
One thing is difficult for me. How to visualise the size of the cemetery, whether the stained glass is inside a building. Keep writing!
What a beautiful comment – thank you, Ann. The cemetery is made up of pedestrian streets and alleys lined with “houses” (around 4,800 of them), like a miniature city. I’ll email you a photo of an aerial view. Many of the tombs have stained glass windows and roofs, so I take my photographs of the stained glass through the clear glass of the main door, which layers a reflection of what’s behind me. Hope that makes sense. Lots of love to you