“Things that stand still don’t evolve…”

I explored the surface of silk – the incongruity of it’s delicate and sheer weave. The emotion & poetry of color, it’s stunning veins in patterns- each layered between one and another in a dreamy new adventure. I had left the alleyways of Boston for the corridors of Spain. Sitting barefoot with my knees and hands in the warm sands of the Catalonian coastline, I remembered what it was like to live without consequence, without rules and to feel the strength of being free.

“…And then came the fall. The leaves turned crisp and the earth was damp. Trees shadowed the streets with nearly bare branches. Wafting into the air like the scent of wood burned smoke, carrying the sense that I’ve truly been living, and have come full circle. The past feels so right for now. Feminine shapes, tactile diaphanous silks and a muse’s escape down a rabbit hole of fantasy & poetry. From Provence to Boston with love…“

A nostalgic photo essay – an ode to my beginnings of a creative journey. Embracing the fluidity in motion and the poetry of color looking back thru another lens to Resort 17.

Photography | Melissa Isabel
Location | North End Boston