‘Will You Weave My Bones to the Roots of the Earth?’ is a personal project exploring methods to improve ones mental health and psyche through harmonious connections with nature, as well as reflecting on the importance and impact nature can have on our mental health and wellbeing.
Through a series of photography, poetry and film I express how nature helps ground me when going through challenging times and emotions, addressing the theme of decay and capturing the feeling of wanting to decompose and become one with nature.
A specific focus of the project challenges our perception of death and nature, intending to remove the stigma around death and instead view it in a different light. Nature has a constant cycle of death and regrowth that is a vital aspect of its survival and beauty. If we can view our own lives, experiences, and ageing as something natural and beautiful the way we do with nature, it can help nourish our mind.
This project therefore reflects on the importance and impact nature can have on our mental health and wellbeing, and communicates methods on how we can experience the regenerative and transformational effect from the coming together of body and nature.
In the veins of the earth,
Feed my rotting flesh to the worms of your home,
Let me decompose in the embrace of your warmth,
For I would rather become part of you
Than live in this body any longer.
You take me into your embrace,
Nurture me with the warmth of the sun,
Hold me in the branches of your arms,
Feed me the riches of your soil,
Comfort me with your sweet sounds of tranquility;
Caring for me the way I never could.
Weary of myself, and sick of asking
What I am, and what I ought to be,
On the foliaged forest where I lie
Sunk at the core of the world
I gaze upon you,
Feel my soul becoming vast like you.
The world became a dripping noise
Of all things weeping for life,
Streaming down the surface of dewed leaves
Falling into my skin and through my blood,
Binding my soul
To the spines of the Earth.
The wind calls for me
As I sway through the teeming forest
Of my mind.
I am covered in everything I am not;
Growing on my body,
Soothing the edges of my pain,
Warming my skin with the last hope
Of being alive.