Sony RX1, 35mm f2 Carl Zeiss
ISO100, f/18, 1/125, raw
200W strobe on boom, over subject’s head, 60×60 soft-box
I need my mind to be freed from my body. I’ve never really done it before, because of lack of reasons. I can’t do these kind of things when there isn’t a good reason. And I got a very good reason this time: I made up my mind to look for myself at the interactions between my body and the rest of the world. And in order for me to proceed with this goal, I first have to be able to look at my body from a distance. I need, that is, separation and detachment.
Not an easy task, to me, to let my mind fly with no pressure, obligations, and deadlines. In part because I’m full of obligations and deadlines, which in turn put me under endless pressure, in part because that’s how I am used to live and operate, under pressure, with clear deadlines, and defined obligations.
So I decided to go by steps. I’ll loose my mind a little bit, letting it flutter about in the open air, but I won’t unleash anything yet, I need some strings to keep my head from tripping to far away, and I need them well tied. Then, we’ll see.
And I did it, freed from my body I now float in the air. Who’s holding the strings?