Last days of winter

“Those slight words and looks and touches are part of the soul’s language; and the finest language, I believe, is chiefly made up of unimposing words, such as “light,” “sound,” “stars,” “music”—words really not worth looking at, or hearing, in themselves, any more than “chips” or “sawdust.” It is only that they happen to be the signs of something unspeakably great and beautiful. I am of opinion that love is a great and beautiful thing too, and if you agree with me, the smallest signs of it will not be chips and sawdust to you: they will rather be like those little words, “light” and “music,” stirring the long-winding fibres of your memory and enriching your present with your most precious past.” George Eliot

From another beautiful collaboration with dancer and model Hanna Lyn Hughes (she is also an amazing make up artist)!

©2017 Flavia Catena

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Dreamless

I am stuck under my dreams, so down that I cannot even see them, as I used before, so far in time that I cannot touch them when they fly before my eyes. It is still night when the sun rises. Behind the eyelids a shadow swings and guides my body ahead.

©2017 Flavia Catena

Model: Mariarita A.

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Arbor

When I was a child I spent hours playing and reading next to an old tree of my parents’ garden. That place had something magic for me; the shadow cast by the leaves in those summery afternoons felt me protected. It was like being embraced by a grandfather, and I did not know any of my grandfathers. That’s why trees are an essential presence in my photographs. Here again I want to celebrate their strong and protecting beauty.

Model: Anna Wrobel

©2015 Flavia Catena

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Irma

She was walking on a silent path, in the forest. Spring still looked so far from there. Arid bushes, bare trees; a thorn hunted her hand as she tried to pick a blossom up from a branch. The light of the clouds made her eyes almost cry, and yet it was close to rain. When the wind raised and everything around started to shake and swing, she stopped for a moment. There were rabbits running to their burrows, birds flying to their high builded nests; she looked at them and smiled. It was the time to take a breath and to wait for the end of the storm.

Thanks a lot to my model Irma Benitez.

©2015 Flavia Catena

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My secret sorrow

“What is the meaning of life? That was all – a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.” To the lighthouse, Virginia Woolf.

Model: Dovile Ciapaité

©2014 Flavia Catena

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The end of a dream

“Dreams get broken sometimes. She wanted to dance, she only wanted to dance, but she had to bury her ballet shoes in the shadows. She still smells the flowers of the field where she said goodbye to the past.”

A big thanks to the model Cara, the best ballerina I could work with for this project.

©2014 Flavia Catena

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