ALONE


Portrait series presented in light object. Three bee hives contain the portraits of a group of ‘orphans’. The first hive is the incubator of all orphans, in the second hive one person has flown away and the third only houses empty chairs.

Created during residency Art Gouda, inspired by the location (orphanage founded in 1586) and by the poem Alone written by Edgar Allen Poe.

Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—