When longing for inspiration of the purest kind or incantation of our stripped beings, we have the habit of turning to the woods. Where the dead creatures of the habitat lay at rest, melding into the ground to make way for new life. Where we breathe the souls of trees, sink into the soil, and curl up to the darkness. Where we murder ourselves and return tenfold. Where we become gods.
Florian Gerbaud‘s photography puts us directly in that place of perfect solitude, where we spend time learning from nature and setting aflame our souls; whether by ritual, fornication, simply soaking up the life around us in silence, et cetera. Here you will find all of your answers. Here you have no title, but simply are. Her majesty reminds us of the bare reality of mortality, urging us to rejoice in decay, in our demons, in chaos, in the gods that we are and are not, in creation, in manifestation, in the universe within and without. Mimic her and create, just as she.
Gerbaud has documented this like no other, reminding us that nature is our nest and we are her brooding children. After the jump, check out these stunning photographs and other works of documentation.
Also check out Florian Gerbaud’s film and audio compositions.
FaerLess
September 23, 2011 at 2:51 am
Wow, fantastic! Peaceful & dark.