Thoughts about grief

Pain, sorrow, grief and despair in their purest forms have always been a mystical and more than fascinating theme to me. They inhabit so much unused power. Of course we don´t like to feel them, me neither, because it hurts like hell. But if I focus on the actual act of mourning, it is in my opinion the most beautiful and most honest thing humans are capable of : Because we ain´t doing it for a reason. We are not doing it to reach a specific goal. We do it because we care. Because we love. It is something we do for ourselves, and only for ourselves. It is the embodiment of being authentic. And you will always be able to unmask the fake ones. Eyes always tell the truth. To me, crying is simply a piece of art. That is why I started experimenting with it. I tried to freeze grief in time, to ban it into a pictureframe, a fleeting moment frozen in eternaty, forever. Tried to keep a hold of something so very elusive, so fragile but yet so genuine and strong. It resulted in two pictures. With the two sides of each coin in mind, I edited one, while I left the other photograph as it was: natural. One piece of art faces an untouched footage, both capturing an instant on the dark side of my coin...cause... that´s life. I cared, I loved, I lost.