On Most Surfaces

“The frost hits me in the eye
And wakes me up, and wakes me up.
These are blurry winters
And I cannot see, and I cannot see.

I walk into the white light of the snow,
When the sun comes I break
It with my shadow,
Which tells me where I go.

I am the snow falling down on you,
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm.
When I come, I see you get away.
I burst out about your emptiness.”

_{[ On Most Surfaces – The Gathering ]}


Oh my God, non-portraiture!
First of a series of photos of frosty plants taken while waiting for the bus some time ago in Cesano Boscone, near Milan. I wanted to shoot frosty surfaces for ages, and finally I got the chance. You’re going to see many quotes from On Most Surfaces, as it is particularyl fitting.

Photo, concept: GothicNarcissus Photography