The Peach Blossom Spring
The Peach Blossom Spring is a narrative that consists of text and images photographed on Velvia 100 film with technical camera and middle format camera, as well as digital images.
Once upon a time
of political turmoil and ecological contingence
a young man from Europe was traveling along the edge of a creek.
All of a sudden he chanced upon a forest filled with blossoming peach trees.
Keeping a close eye on the shore he moved a hundred paces inside.
Strangely enough there were no other types of tree to be found. The fragrant grasses smelled fresh and beautiful, the fallen leaves were a multitude of colours and the light lay over the scene like a soft, shimmering blanket.
He continued onwards, eager to find the end of this forest.
Deeper and deeper he wandered into the woodland until an enormous mountain appeared before him.
There was a small opening in the mountain.
It seemed like there was a light so he abandoned his route and went in.
At first it was extremely wet and narrow.
He could only just pass through.
After several more paces the cleft suddenly opened up.
The ground was rough and volcanic but in the distance he noticed well-formed tracks.
Caves were carved into the mountainside.
There was fertile land, beautiful pools, burned pine trees and fern plants.
Cats and goats could be heard in the far distance.
Erelong he came to a small village.
All sorts of people planting seeds within.
Men and women were clothed in different ways.
The children had red hair in short tufts and seemed joyful and happy.
They noticed the wanderer and introduced themselves..
From all under the sun they had arrived in this peculiar place.
Asking where he had come from, he told them his story.
They invited him to their homes, weeded out red beets and brought out wine.
Time passed and soon they found themselves gathered around a pine tree fire.
They told him their stories...
We felt as if society pulled our potentials as human-beings down. As if we were a screw in an unhealthy system that was ruled by the rich. It made us so unhappy that we decided to search for a better place to raise our children and spend our lives. And so we arrived in this land.
Eager to explore this magical place, the young man journeyed onwards.
One after another, he met these pioneers of the free mind.
While listening to their stories, he pictured their life.
Some of them lived in caves, others had built small houses from stones, wood and mud.
They lived simple and were the purest human beings he had ever met. He learned so much of them and helped where he could, in the hope to give something back for their endless generosity.
Especially the children were intrigued by the tools he carried with him. He gave one of his cameras to a witty child and explained to her how it worked. She responded enthusiastic and told her friends.
Soon, he tried to teach the basics of the camera to all the children and tried to stimulate their personal vision. One by one, they started photographing their daily life. In this act, they made their own view of their young lives and visualized the beauty surrounding them.
After what seemed but a slice of time, the young man made his goodbyes and left.
Upon his act of leaving someone told him - There is no use in telling others.
The spiral will never let them in.
Not clearly understanding what was meant, the young man returned home.
On his way out, he made sure to leave some tracks to one day, find his way back.