This is a two-photo series inspired by William Blake's poem, "The Fly". It contemplates the ephemerality of our existence, exploring the delicate and fleeting nature of life through visual storytelling.
The Fly
William Blake
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.