Laden with meaning, concepts, and dreams, the wedding dress transforms a woman into a princess. The bride lives happily ever after.
I take the bride out of the church and I take the girl out of the dress. I bring it into nature where the dress comes alive. The dress is no longer pure, but mysterious. The dress sits in the cleanness of winter light, the wholesomeness of ice and snow, the gentleness of spring trees. The dress is worn by a tree, is blown by the wind, and is ripped by the rushing water.
In these photographs the dress becomes an object, a person, a ghost.