Blue chlorophill
We often remember trivial things, small events.
I remember the smell of wax from my childhood,
when my mother and I were preparing paper flowers at home in the fall.
The photos in this series are those memories enclosed in cyanotypes enriched with wax. The light penetrating these photos brings out something more than blue. It brings out memories. It is necessary to read them.
I remember the smell of wax from my childhood,
when my mother and I were preparing paper flowers at home in the fall.
The photos in this series are those memories enclosed in cyanotypes enriched with wax. The light penetrating these photos brings out something more than blue. It brings out memories. It is necessary to read them.
All plants come from the family garden, where, placed directly on the watercolor paper, they were exposed to sunlight and then treated with wax. The works are in the 60x70cm format.
