So theres this song thats a bit emo and melodramatic but has inspired me in a way:

"Sent out the s.o.s. Call.
It was a quarter past four in the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line.
Four months at sea, four months of calm seas to be pounded
In the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point.
They call them rogues; they travel fast and alone--
one-hundred-foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong.
What they call love is a risk, to always get hit out of nowhere
By some wave and end up on your own.

A hole in the hull defied the crew's attempts, to bail us out.
It flooded the engine and radio, half-buried bow.

Your tongue is a rudder.
It steers the whole ship, sends your words past your lips,
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
But the wrong words will strand you, come off-course while you sleep,
Sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef.

The vessel groans; the ocean pressures its frame.
To the port I see the lighthouse through the sleet and the rain.
And I wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts,
But the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.

They say that the captain stays fast with the ship through still and storm.
But this ain't the Dakota; the water's cold.
Won’t have to fight for long.

This story's old, but it goes on and on until we disappear.
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath.
i am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea.
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.
I know that this is what you want.
A funeral keeps both of us apart.
You know that you are not alone.
I need you like water in my lungs."

Ok, so its a bit of a downer, but something about it really touches me. I see it as using a sinking ship as an analogy to a lost love, and it got me thinking. I love the idea of matching something as fragile as a relationship up against the ocean; infinite, and potentially furious. So after pondering these lines for a bit and thinking about that dichotomy between the ship and the ocean, and a relationship against the trials of life, I've decided to try out a very experimental and abstract piece that focuses on the possibility of love when faced with the unimaginably infinite nature and sheer enormity of life. It'll be dark, yes, but I think theres something there that I can explore. I want the photos to have a very lost and old feeling to them; sepia tones all the way. I'm considering using a faded background layer of a texture (crumpled, worn paper) to help add to that feel. Also considering using selective color and/or noise to add emphasis to certain parts of the scene. Example from previous work:


I've got a stellar subject lined up, and I want to focus on placing her in scenes that emphasize a sense of loneliness. I want to create scenes that overwhelm the human subject. I also have a concept regarding mirrors, maybe a photo that speaks on the frustration of looking for yourself yet not being able to find it? Anyways, I'll whip this up into a formal proposal soon. Comments appreciated.