It's good to let loose. To lose steam, lose stress, lose responsibility, lose thought for a time. To let go, and only feel, rely on instinct. But then we might become too frivolous, and want to return to ground zero. Home, among the trees (the cliche I could not avoid) is where I can. Home, among the stillness and the path of the sunlight.
I suppose then, these photos express some of that contented creative release. The skirt was tailor-made from a swathe of fabric my mum ordered from Japan eons ago, intending to make a dress for her 20-something self. The majestic length and column fit make me feel instantly more regal (in addition to the fact I need to lift it when I walk!) And my necklace always packs a reliable punch- rocks are such good friends, always happy to listen to one's problems.
I leave you with a quote from the marvellous Charles Baudelaire,
"You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it— it’s the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be