Her arms became branches

This collaboration between Nik Carr and myself started as a simple delve into our mutual love of mythology, but it quickly became a deeply personal exploration of my own past and pain, a journey made much easier through the power of these mythic beings.

Her arms became branches
Venus, Love isn't easy. The idea of love being presented as an ethereal being, rising luminous from pristine waters billowed by rose strewn gushes of cherub breath, seems incongruous at this time in history. As humans we have an unbelievable ability to taint that which is most Beautiful, our waters are no longer pristine, and our relationships are just as tarnished. Love could solve a lot of things, but she is not impervious to human greed and selfishness.
Her arms became branches
Her arms became branches

Icarus, sometimes there is nothing hollower than achieving exactly what you set out to, even in victory we feel defeat. Icarus came back into my life 2 days after a particularly harrowing experience, one that never would have befell me had I not spent years doggedly chasing my ambition. The lesson learned was not one of giving up, but one to revaluate, to focus in on what I had neglected.
My sacrifices had paid off but also almost destroyed me, my own dreams became my sun and my ambition that wax on my wings.

Her arms became branches
Her arms became branches

Daphne, to tend a garden is one thing but to transform your entirety into a tree, the true goal. Being able to escape betrayal, predation and pain by assimilation into the ecosystem is not only a profoundly person ambition of mine, but in a world where rainforests burn every day and the threat of extinction draws ever closer, is now not the time to run back to the forest?
to throw our arms up as branches and escape?

Her arms became branches
Her arms became branches
Judith and Holofernes, A story retold throughout art history, Judith the fearless feminine defending her people through the seduction and defeat of an unwelcome masculine. The process of becoming your own, becoming one, can sometimes involve an internalised decapitation of a force that is no longer welcome.
Embrace strength and discard the toxic. 
Her arms became branches

 

Photography: Nik Carr
Creative direction: Ādahmisia
Words: Ādahmisia

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