In this project, Michael and Viktorija pay homage to many of the stories that have shaped their lives as well as share the stories of their own. This project fuses the traditional arts of watercolors, oils, and multimedia along with Fashion and Beauty photography in a collection of images that may one day evolve into a book, or perhaps a series of books..
In addition, this project has become a larger collaboration for upcoming imagery between fellow artists that Michael and Viktorija have worked with in the past; costume and fashion designers, models, and other publicly notable people that they have worked with on other projects will be participating in certain images, as we all have a Story of our own, and we are all story-tellers..
My vision and concept was to show Snow Drop while she was rendered unconscious by the Peasant’s wife (the Queen incognito) who poisoned her. I portray her state of mind and awareness of her situation as she has, again, found herself in.
In “the Witching Hour” she is in the midst of unconsciousness and experiencing somewhat of an out-of-body experience, floating above the forest where she had been poisoned.. In “Lucid Descent”, this is her consciousness during the same moment, knowing that she had been poisoned, and is portrayed submerged under the surface of the creek running through the forest (the water symbolizing the barrier of her consciousness) as she sinks deeper into her mental darkness, yet more awake and aware than she has ever been within her mind.
We as habitants of this planet are taking better care of our responsibilities to our home, but more can always be done, and more should be done to preserve the health of our Mother Earth..
Do we continue to make waves for positive change in the world, or do we allow our children to drown in the “Rising Tide”?
WHEN I GROW UP
A young girl looks in the mirror.
She sees her life as she knows it,
she sees her future unknown,
she sees her joys and her pains..
She dreams of what will be and who she might become, and where the world might take her,
and promises to herself….
“When I Grow Up…”
After time passes and one’s soul has endured the consuming effects of being numb, having been hurt or forgotten, and faded away… something or someone manages to move your senses and compels you to awakening.
That uncontrollable rush of blood that escapes from your heart,
a deep inspiration,
forgiveness or gentle hands of a lover…
..slowly thawing and waking up every part of you,
setting the butterflies free….