Susann Carmen Jagodzińska

"Seeded within the earthly roots of unknowingness,
we wandered down here to a place where light became stone.
Love was the purpose, experience was the purpose,
transformation was the purpose.
Pearlescent waves opened the sky, embracing the oceans,
transcending the stones.
Deep in its core…
Bringing it all back, its memories back."
" The Song of the sleeping forest"
Susann Carmen Jagodzińska
Collobaration
Reminiscence
At the beginning of this photographic series (but also Super 8 film),
I was touched by the unique work of Momoka Sato "Euchronia"
who is a Japanese artist and lace creator based in Tokyo, Japan.
She is inspired by personal memories when creating her handmade clothes.
In a letter to me she wrote:
“Some of the clothes I have sent you are things I have made over time to help me understand,
in my ownway, that my grandmother has passed away. "
Her grandmother’s name was Yuri, which translates as Lily.
She told me how, on the anniversary of her death and her birthday, she buys lilies, decorate her room,
and spend the day wearing the clothes she used to wear.
At that time, I was living at Yport, a small village next to the sea in Normandy, France.
In the middle of summer, a commemoration takes place for those who found death at sea.
A statue of the Virgin Mary and flowers, including lilies are immersed into the waters,
an offering for those who now rest there.
In the search for intimacy but also a shared emotional experience,
we have come to understand that we were searching for the expression through our work.
An intimate prayer for those who passed away, but also a memorial of life, aliveness itself.
Although the countries of origin, the religions and cultures that we are familiar with are different,
there is strength in the fact that no matter where, humans share the same experiences of loss,
the same sorrow and the same hopes.
In those times of division and wars, such a simple thought seemed precious to us.
A world started to create.
Within an imaginary time, within an imaginary space,
somewhere in between, almost etheric.
Where the contrast of borders vanishes creating space for a fluid,
almost wave like, shared experience.
The human experience.
Nature carrying it all.









