Description
“Sometimes
I feel like I want to live
Far from the metropolis,
Just walk through that door.
Sometimes
I feel like I want to fly,
Reach out to the painted sky,
A prisoner to the wind,
A bird on the wing.
Sometimes
I feel the ocean in my blood,
See rain from the sky above,
Her salt-brined tears.
And now,
Those tears leave taste on my tongue
Like the warm rush you get from
Black opium,
Black opium.
Sometimes
I feel like I want to leave
Behind all these memories
And walk through that door.
Outside
The black night calls my name
But all roads look the same:
They lead nowhere,
They lead nowhere.”
[ Opium – Dead Can Dance ]
Fourth work in the Black Opium mini-series, continuing with the theme of reconnection with nature and natural spirituality, symbolysed by the further shedding of proper clothing.
On a side note, Opium is one of my two favourite Dead Can Dance songs, so I’ve been aching for ages to do something about it, without quite grasping how I might want to depict the song. It all finally started coming up together once I visited this place, with its mystical appearance.
Photo, concept, editing, styling: GothicNarcissus Photography
Model, grooming: Lyrio Baelfire
Necklace: karinanovak