When I set out to create a series of images, generally I approach the project without a plan. I tend to wander in the wilderness for weeks without much regard for a map or thoughts of an objective other than to let my Inner Voice guide the process. During my time away I have limited communication with family and friends. Unfortunately, true to my senseless aversion to the postal service, I never write or send postcards from my various locations. I have good intentions and I want to share my experiences, but if it requires a stamp you might as well forget it.
On a recent excursion my dreams were filled with parachutes. Do you recall elementary school games involving the parachute? Everyone gathered grasping the edges…small, brisk motions to create ripples…big, soft billows…finally, arms fully extended up and behind…sitting on the edge inside the parachute. The bubble is suddenly filled with giggles, bursts of smiles and frantic waving between friends who share the wonder and enchanted moment of unbridled joy.
I wondered what such dreams meant. I discovered parachutes signify being surrounded by a protective force and a sense of security. While I am alone and isolated on my photographic expeditions, I do in fact feel completely secure. I know that the inspiration and energy that comes through having no distractions and intentionally seeking a greater connection with my Center keeps me safe and protected.
However, this series of images was to be created outside of my standard process. My mind was consumed with the fact that there was an itinerary, others joining me on my journey, and mostly I was certain the arid desert and vast landscape of New Mexico and Arizona would not align with my desire to focus on abstract imagery. Would I ever find anything interesting to my eye? I was not excited at the photographic prospects, I felt uncertain I would produce work worthy of exhibition. My heart was filled with so much insecurity and dread at the proposition that before the trip I considered not taking my camera.
Then there were the dreams; Dreams of the billowing parachute, the sense of excitement and sheer pleasure of simply participating, no matter the outcome. The joy truly is in the journey. I let the parachute become my security…I let go of what I thought I wanted…and instead created postcard images of the beauty, emotion and experiences I wanted to share with you.
