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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 strange ways.
The children had red hair in short tufts and seemed joyful and happy.

They noticed the wanderer and were shocked by his appearance.
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.

Once it was heard in the village this person had arrived, everybody came to ask him questions.
Time passed and soon they found themselves gathered around a pine tree fire.

They told him their stories...
Society was dumbing us down. We felt as if we were only a screw in an unhealthy system that was ruled by the rich. It made us so unhappy that we decided to search for a new place to raise our children and spend our lives.

And thus we have been separated from outsiders.

Eager to explore this magical land, 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.
All of them were eager to find out what he brought from western society.

Noticing that especially the young were intrigued by the tools he carried with him, he gave one of his cameras to the wittiest child and explained to her how it worked.

One by one, all children started photographing their daily life and began to visualize 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 the people said to him - There is no use in telling others.
The spiral will never let them in.
Not clearly understanding what they had meant, the young man returned home.
On his way back, he made sure to leave some tracks so he might find his way back.

After that, many men followed his trail searching for the signs he had left.
They were fascinated but could never find the way in.

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