It’s difficult to reach the top
Easy to fall back down
The efforts of a single person
In the end
Even when all the stars line up
Are never enough
Reach out, hold my hand.
Of all the images I’ve taken in the last twelve months, this one, for me, represents the year 2020.
Only half awake, I stand here with my hands in my pockets gazing into the distance, watching the shape of the dunes and the sheer size of it is overwhelming even frightening at 4 am. The only existing light is a star filled sky above me. I could’ve stayed here, watched the day arrive softly with each ray of light warming my skin; I could’ve written a love letter and been perfectly content. But on this day, in October, my goal is to climb up the highest dune and photograph at sunrise. Surrounded by silence, my inner voice tells me: You’ve been here before, you know this place, trust your instincts, trust your heart. Encouraged I begin my journey. But be aware, gravity tests your balance with every step sinking into sand as the mind begins to wander: I’ve left my roots far from here, does it mean I’ve grown? Or will I need to find my way back, because the original source is where life began holding water? Certainly, the rhythm of life has changed as well as the rhythm of each step I take. Intently, I listen to the melody familiar to me -my beating heart, moving forward, here and in life -my life. Just then I see a shooting star; flickering lights in my eyes I whisper: “Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.” I make a wish and I make it to the top. The rising sun greets with all her glory surrounding me with golden hues as far as I can see. For thousands of years these dunes have been here, yet they stay young: always moving, always changing, separating and reconnecting; it's a life of art in motion. The passage of time right in front of my eyes, like an hourglass -two glass bulbs connected- shifting sands, and I can’t help to think that in this lifetime we are all in search for some form of connection -two hearts connected- to give and to take.
Empty, so empty
When the sun goes down
The human touch far
Where do we belong
What do we hold on
Only time will tell
Twenty twenty.
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This year, sharing art with people around the world, for me, has been rewarding. I believe that we speak a common language created within all of us -making something meaningful with our cameras. Along the way, we see a glimpse of each other's world. Understanding how much we have in common unites us as people no matter where we come from; the earth is home to all of us. Thank you for being here, I wish everyone a wonderful holiday season filled with joy, health and happiness. Above all, I wish you love.
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