Утрата – это голос. Тысячи голосов вокруг. Они сливаются воедино, обретают новую форму, становятся тишиной. И тишина сковывает. Как в кандалы облачает в черное платье, кружит мысли вокруг единственного чувства – боли, порожденной утратой. Но без теплого взгляда, без касания нежных рук, мир вокруг увядает, замерзает, гибнет. Лишь одно пламя осталось в холодной пустоте – крохотный огонек свечи, память о минувшем. Но и он не в силах согреть.
Loss is a voice. Thousands of voices around. They merge together, take on a new form, become silence. And the silence frozing her. He shackles her in a black dress, circling her thoughts around the only feeling – the pain of loss. But without a warm look, without the touch of gentle hands, the world around withers, freezes, dies. Only one flame remained in the cold void – a tiny candle flame, a memory of the past. But it can't keep you warm either.
Loss is a voice. Thousands of voices around. They merge together, take on a new form, become silence. And the silence frozing her. He shackles her in a black dress, circling her thoughts around the only feeling – the pain of loss. But without a warm look, without the touch of gentle hands, the world around withers, freezes, dies. Only one flame remained in the cold void – a tiny candle flame, a memory of the past. But it can't keep you warm either.
Natalie Ina
Model: Aleksa Sadness.
Collaboration with Decrowcraft.
January 2021.
Natalie Ina Photography.
