Slices of previous lives

A sunny March day was the excuse to reorganize the pots and do some gardening. Forgotten at a corner, under a pile of clay pots, few old glass flower pots, were hiding evidences of previous lives.

 

Midday light was more than enough to reveal a new different world and challenging senses.

Old and broken plant's roots and bugs parts, nearly fossilized, had left their imprints on the glass and the perception of reality was altered.

A curved and almost transparent canvas was capturing my sight and forcing it to explore every glass pot from many different angles. I was mesmerized and felt like a young child looking through a kaleidoscope for the very first time. Tangled by those roots, took me sometime before going for my camera.

Sunrays were making everything so abstract but yet so clear.

Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives
Slices of a previous lives