2020

Creative direction and photography: Kate Lee

A twig with a dry leaf, a flower, an avocado seed, a stone. I am taking them one
by one out of the box, holding them in my hands for a few moments, trying
to find a place for them on a table white as canvas. It’s a cloudy November day
in my studio, but there is tenderness and there is calmness in the light.
It’s been a hard year: I moved to a new country, a pandemic started,
my grandfather died. I was feeling lonely and anxious. I had a feeling of a hole
in my chest and it seemed that there was only darkness swirling in it.
I’m picking up a stone and a piece of a bark from the forest ground
and putting them in the box, gathering all that subconsciously catches
my attention. George is always laughing that I am collecting all the rubbish
that Ican see. We walk for hours long.
I am taking them out now and notice how every piece got dry and slightly
broken. I can see my life being echoed in the in the endless cycles of nature.
But there is life, grace, and a new meaning to this destruction. I am a part of it
and there is a new hope.