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There it stood. With its arms reaching out to the sky, the heaven, above, and with people surrounding its shiny bark, hard as metal, firm as metal, unbreakable as if it was a samurai’s sword, forged from the hardest of ores. The tree’s foundation as that of glue
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About the Project”Was It All a Fleeting Dream?” is a meditation in written and photographic form upon existence, photography, and the fragility of life. It is published on viktoraron.com, will be exhibited with Fria Fotografers Filial at Kulturhuset Stadsteatern Stockholm January 26 – February 17, and published and exhibited
Our cloth's feathers fluttered in the wind as though it was a bird's fragile wings being freed from the fishing line that held them sewn together. The bird shouting freedom, freedom! with our every step, as it fluttered its wings free of that line; as we ran out of the
There it stood. With its arms reaching out to the sky, the heaven, above, and with people surrounding its shiny bark, hard as metal, firm as metal, unbreakable as if it was a samurai’s sword, forged from the hardest of ores. The tree’s foundation as that of glue
Photographs from this summer: Öland, Sverige. Summer of 2016, post 3 of 3. The Sun's and Winds' Island Where the winds are eternal, and the sun almost too. Where I spend my summer, since I was two years old.
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There it stood. With its arms reaching out to the sky, the heaven, above, and with people surrounding its shiny bark, hard as metal, firm as metal, unbreakable as if it was a samurai’s sword, forged from the hardest of ores. The tree’s foundation as that of glue
Society, release me from your grip, Society, let me be free and set me free (see the world), Society, free me from my sins, don't imprison me in cuffs. Society, do not what you have done to me, to the children in thy nests, in thy world fed from your
Photographs from this summer: Öland, Sverige. Summer of 2016, post 3 of 3. The Sun's and Winds' Island Where the winds are eternal, and the sun almost too. Where I spend my summer, since I was two years old.