We aren’t bats. We can’t echolocate our fears in darkness.
Stunned senses perceive drama at the edges of limitation.
So scatter dreams across that black landscape liminal landscape of yours.
Turn inwards, listen to primal sense; let your mind sew the shifting shadows together.
Create something so wonderfully wild and daring that daylight would have never permitted it!
this has been a collaboration in the truest sense, creating something together that couldn't have been achieved alone, thank you:
ballerina/writer Juliet Burnett
make up Michelle Dacillo
wings Designed by Alice
photo/direction Alice Williamson
film/music Nicholas Robert Thayer
follow the hashtag for more thoughts and pictures from all all envolved
Alice later got a mention about her work, and had one of her images from this project featured in VOGUE ITALIA
Ballerinas, like pointe shoes, are made not born.
They are years of refinement,
And generations of absorbed heritage.
the swallow rose in the air and flew over forest and over sea—high above the highest mountains, covered with eternal snow.
Thumbelina would have been frozen in the cold air, but she crept under the bird’s warm feathers, keeping her little head uncovered, so that she might admire the beautiful lands over which they passed. at length they reached the warm countries, where the sun shines brightly and the sky seems so much higher above the earth.
- hans christian andersen
collaborations & commsions