About the days
I can’t find the garden
About the days I can’t find the garden is a self portrait series about the emptiness of dissociation; about feeling disconnected and detached from my body, from my emotions and from the world around me. As if time is going by but I just ceased to exist.
The series is available on request in a booklet combined with the poem The Effect of the Draught by Mahmud Shabistari, translated by Florence Lederer, from the Sufi poetry book The Secret Rose Garden. The photo’s are also available as a single print.
Intoxicated from the pure draught
which I had drained to the dregs
in the bare dust I fell
Since then I don't know if I exist or not;
but I am not sober, nor am I ill or drunken.
Sometimes, like His eye, I am full of joy,
or, like His curl, I am waving;
Sometimes -- alas! -- from habit or nature,
I am lying on a dust heap.
Sometimes, at a glance from Him,
I am back in the Rose Garden.
