She dances with light as if it were her play thing. Chasing it, the light circles back with her as if responding to sweet melodies played by the wind. Light swirls, warming her face, her hands and her hair. In this dalliance, she tries to play hide and seek from Light. It is a game. Light finds her, and she knows that her attempts to truly hide were feeble at best. You see, she adores Light. She draws herself toward Light and bathes. As the sun goes down and relinquishes itself from her face, hands and hair she too, renounces herself until the next day; Until the next moment she can play with Light once again. It’s always the same. The same place, the same time. Light slithers in through the leaves to greet her, joyfully prancing over her skin in welcome. There is a sadness in her eyes. Light comes and leaves her all too quickly, but the momentary bliss is a consistent one. The game resumes and she tries her hand at disappearing. No matter though, Light lures her out and little by little she reveals her skin to feel the last precious moments of warmth upon her. Light sees those eyes and reminds her that it has not given into dark. She must look farther than her skin for light.
Light explodes for her into millions of pieces, a sparkling display. One that will watch over her while Night takes its turn.
I bring to you the second in a series of three collaboration shoots with Melbourne based Photographer Georgie Callaghan. See the first, Floating Dreams, here and divulge into the surreal world with us.
Wearing Zimmerman Resort