inspired by words | faded

faded1-mycreative faded2-mycreative A photo series inspired by words.

I have to admit this one was a little bit of a cheat.  I bought three peonies for my capture challenge still life and over the course of the week they faded from fuscia pink to candy floss to peach and from a coral to a buttery yellow.  It amazed me!  So I went and found these words inspired by the photos instead of the other way around.  You will forgive me I am sure.

“The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.  And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.”

– Virgina Wolf

faded4-mycreative faded3-mycreative I suppose the emotion that is triggered watching these flowers fade in so short a time raises the inevitable questions of mortality and passing time but what these words suggest to me is that although things leave, pass or fade for a time they are wonderful and to celebrate and enjoy them.  It seems like a particularly true sentiment for summer in this part of the world.

I thought I would also share some Italian words (in an attempt to increase my knowledge and as last time I did too).

faded – sbiadito (the “sb” sound is pronounced like a “z” apparently which I thought sounded very onomatopoeiac. Or am I just being a silly romantic?)

peony – peonia (simple enough that one!).

Previous words in the series: abundance

inspired by words | abundance

abundance-mycreative abundance2-mycreative abundance3-mycreative abundance5-mycreative abundance4-mycreative A new photography series inspired by words.  I often wish I was a better writer.  Beautiful and considered words can have such resonance.  Words from a song that stick in my brain, words that become my ‘favourite’ that I repeat in my head considering their weight.  This is the power of the pen translated into photographs.  I am not sure that I will always do the words justice but it is all about practising and improving.

These words are from one of my all time favourite authors.  I love the concept of abundance and finding it in the simple things.  Also apricot in Italian is one of my favourite words, albicocca.

“At the most difficult moments of my life, when it seemed that every door was closed to me, the taste of those apricots comes back to comfort me with the notion that abundance is always within reach, if only one knows how to find it.”

― Isabel Allende, Paula