I am vertical
Sylvia Plath’s poem “I’ m vertical” inspired me to create my homonymous photo project in a difficult time of my life, where I was forced me to quit my well-established comfort zone and start over from zero point. Feeling helpless to redefine myself and my entire life, as internal desperation for human relationships, life and sense of worthiness had taken over me. Only my contact with nature felt as a relief and it was there that I was returning to seek what was left of me and my seemingly unpromising present.
At the same time, i was attending Pavlos Fysakis workshop of photography in Focus School of Photography in Athens. Nature always helps me in such circumstances.
This series consists of 44 photos. A selection of them was exhibited twice as follows:
19/10-3/11/13: Group exhibition themed “Personal Vision” from Pavlos Fysakis photography seminar,Focus School of Photography, Booze Cooperativa, Athens, Greece
3/2-16/2/14: Group Exhibition themed “Personal Vision”, Thessaloniki’s Photo Festival “Contrast’ curated by Vassilis Karkatselis (Photography Center of Thessaloniki), French Institute of Thessaloniki with the support of Thessaloniki European Youth Capital 2014, Thessaloniki, Greece
I am Vertical
by Sylvia Plath
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them —
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.