For those that know me, photography has truly been my catharsis. I've experienced first-hand how it can help heal a heart, ask and answer questions and provide a deeper meaning to life.
Today I thought I'd share a newer series that is really meaningful to me which I've been working on since the beginning of 2014 called A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest, which takes its title from an Emily Dickinson poem. This series illustrates the universally shared experience of loss using ice as a metaphor for life's hardships. Particularly for me, the loss of my parents. After my mothers passing in 2006 and my fathers in 2010 I found a bit of solace in the poetry of Emily Dickinson. Its similar to listening to the melancholic soulful music of Billie Holiday when I've gone through past heartbreak.
I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll
As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.
Titles for the images in this series are excerpts from Emily Dickinson poems
I felt a funeral in my brain © Brandy Trigueros 2015
the heaven we chase © Brandy Trigueros 2014
You can see more images from A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest under 'Portfolios' on my website or by clicking here
A behind-the-scenes with my amazing assistant Eddie!
I'll leave you with one more Emily Dickson poem...
HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.