Ophelia’s Garden

“Doubtless she had made of this crystal surface an inner mirror to protect herself from the brilliant indiscretion of the afternoons.” - Stephane Mallarmé

Ophelia in her despair goes to the water and finds this beautiful submerged world - her garden - a garden without seasons, fixed forever by the click of a shutter.

A landscape without a history or a future, existing only for the moment in which it was perceived. It is a landscape that I as a photographer cen never revisit because it is no longer there. The light and the wind and the water cannot be held still and I can never be again the woman I was when these images were made. Just as we cannot re-enter a dream, I cannot re-enter this garden or send anyone there. I can only share with the viewer what I saw when I went to the water’s edge.

A series of panoramic landscapes and a woman.

Josephine Sacabo