Prayers to the Ocean

White lilies have turned red.

Those crying black tears.

My hands are trembling for I can’t feel their essence.

Too many stories embedded in different bodies.

Divisions between bodies.

Divisions inside the body.

Mother of mine, sister of mine, daughter of mine.

We are all carrying black robes tainted white,

Through the limbo of false perceptions.

The ever building of structures.
Feeding the black tears but not my heart.

For i carry the memory of a wave.

An ever loving presence,
That I always was.

Mother of mine, sister of mine, daughter of mine.

For you, you carry it too.

Dear heart of mine,
Slowly, unsure, fearfully,
I am remembering your existence.

And as I feel mine, I feel yours too.

And as I am witnessing my wounds,
I am witnessing the sewing of my own robes,
Only known to my heart and the heart of the ocean.

Mother of mine, sister of mine, daughter of mine.

Father of mine, brother of mine, son of mine.

The wave doesn’t divide. For all particles are its parts.

Ocean, my heart carries your waves.
Your softness, your transparency.
That is how the particle that I am, loves the ocean, that I am part of.

Susann Carmen Jagodzińska

This photographic series and the Super 8 film

was made as an artistic collaboration between,

the fashion brand EUCHRONIA,

Leonie Dahan- Lamort & Prune Richard,

Thank you!