Memento Mori

A while ago I was going through a bit of an identity crisis, I couldn’t figure out my feelings on a lot of things and I’ve never been someone to just open up. Photos have been the only way I’ve ever really properly expressed myself and even then it’s not always clear, thus this series of little photographic memoirs. For one reason or another, my brain kept repeating “Memento Mori” - “Remember that you have to die.” However, I would say that I have a very particular outlook on death. Death has always been seen as something evil and unforgiving. I think the sheer concept of death is neither so black nor white. Death is as natural as Life, it’s wise where life is rash. It’s peaceful where life is busy. Sure death can be sad, the loss of a loved one has and will continue to pain us all. The fear of the unknown that accompanies death shakes the bravest of souls. But I view death as an ever-watchful eye, and it will cradle us all at some point in peaceful slumber.

This thought of “Memento Mori”, my concept of death and how I know to express myself, lead me to look at my photos, and this one struck an accord with it in my mind. The endless skyline that embodies the unknown that befriends death, the eroded stone from millions of years of water crashing against embodying the life’s journey we’re given. And the murky black depths that will one day cradle us. This is my Memento Mori.