I was laying on my back basking in sun, disappearing in breeze and drowning in the intoxicating aroma of flowers.
I rolled over, pushing hands into the water and looked –
expecting to see the reflection of mine,
the reflection of sky, striped in white and blue,
the reflection of quietly shushing trees high above,
the reflection of tiny plane-bug buzzing in the air, maybe.
But instead I saw reflection of nothing. Nothing, as whiteness?
Or nothing, as darkness?
Neither. Just nothing. White blackness.
For the first exhibit I chose the theme “Reflections”, as this is one of my favourite consistent photography subjects. Be it mirror reflections, sunshine reflected on the water surface or musing looking at a photo – I love discovering those moments, saving them in time and so far collected quite a lot in my archives.
Sometimes, the distorted reflection reveals more about the subject than its own original state. Sometimes, there is no reflection, neither distorted nor straight mirroring – just emptiness and white blackness. Often, the reflection is only what we want to see.
These are the prints that I selected for the exhibit.
STARRY NIGHT REFLECTIONS
REFLECTED IN NEW