Spring Awakening

I grew up reading books and poetry, deep into the mythology and cosmogony of different cultures. Myths were everything to me : a way to understand the world, the season, the beauty, a path to understand my dreams, and to paint my universe in magical, gorgeous colors. I've always been exploring the oneiric landscapes of our minds and visions.

The first time I met Solwenn, she was climbing a row of stairs, and I felt like she was straight out of a fairy tale, like the lovechild of Snow White and the Witch was ascending toward me. She's got this ethereal beauty, grace and presence, a softness and an indescribable aloof coldness that made you feel you enter a dream - or that you've passed through the veil to the world of fables and myths. 
As much as I despite the concept of a muse and all its sexist implications, Solwenn is quite a muse to me. The world is a synesthetic poem : colors, texture, shapes, echoing as emotions, symbols, sounds, physical sensations, and memories, and I see photography as a beautiful, yet, incomplete translation of it. So here is my poem about Solwenn, here is my own myth of the Passing Seasons and the Awakening of the Spring

Credits:
Model: Solwenn
Photographer: Dwam Ipomee