The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself
Yea, all which it inherit—shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
~ The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 152-158
Sleeping Beauty ~ this project started a year ago when I asked my niece, Leah, if she would be willing to allow me to photograph her dancing. Asking what kind of dance she liked best, the answer was definitely classical and romantic - Tchaikovsky! From there the idea of Sleeping Beauty flowed and transformed itself over and over - tumbling in the thought that "life is but a dream" (Lewis Carroll) and, yet, my Briar Rose was dancing, dancing - in innocence - unaware of what might be looming - in quiet - in her own world - happy - the 'Moonchild's Dream': "On her little horse she flies along over twinkling stars of broken glass on the silvery meadows.... The summernight loves her and she has a dream." (Thomas Koppel) My mind was constantly filled with the misty and underwater-like thoughts of the 'insubstantial pageant faded' and the 'solemn temples' of a fairytale dissolving into the wisps of a dream.
I will forever be grateful to Leah who, even though she was leaving in a week's time to move to Oxford to begin a Master's degree in applied theology and even though she had an unimaginable list of things to do, carved out a whole half of a day to come and be a shimmering princess for me.... thank you so very, very much, Leah!!! xxo
photographed at St. Gaudens National Park. Dress, hair, makeup, pretty much everything - by me. ;)