Red poppies have always been fascinating me.
There even exists a picture of me, standing in a huge poppy field,
that was taken when I was about 6 years old.
No wonder that I would pick up the subject in the course of my life again.
That’s not the only reason why I decided to do another photo story,
but also to give more expression to my experiences, feelings and thoughts.
Nature is constantly changing.
So do we.
Narcotic Rhapsody – Photo Story
A scent so hauntingly beautiful.
The red grabs me.
Casts a spell over me.
Just one kiss.
The lips turn black.
Pulling through my veins.
Forgotten the bittersweet pain.
Obsessed with lightness.
Sinking into the depths.
Intangible world of thought.
Hypnotized by vibrant colors.
Secure in imperfection.
Just one more step.
Before Darkness obscures my view.
As far as the eye can see.
Enjoyable to look at.
Colorless between all the red.