Photography by Kindra Nikole



Whispers of the nothing

Kindra Nikole is a Seattle-based conceptual photographer whose work draws on natural settings to create surreal, otherworldly images. Citing Brian Froud, Jim Henson, J.R.R. Tolkien, Hayao Miyazaki, and Kirsty Mitchell as key influences, Kindra manifests fantastical realities in her images, oftentimes with a hint of dark allure. Her works typically feature a solitary figure immersed in nature, exuding an array of emotions. O

Alices secret

I wonder if Ive been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if Im not the same, the next question is Who in the world am I? Ah, thats the great puzzle! Alice In Wonderland (Lewis Carroll)

What lies beyond

I wanted a perfect ending. Now Ive learned, the hard way, that some poems dont rhyme, and some stories dont have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing whats going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. Gilda Radner

How to drown above ground

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness. Sylvia Plath

To valinor

Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it& White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise. Gandalf

Forsaken flame

Deep listening is miraculous for both listener and speaker. When someone receives us with open-hearted, non-judging, intensely interested listening, our spirits expand. Sue Patton

the whispering woods

Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement. Alice Koller

Sometimes, when you fall, you fly

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly. Neil Gaiman

My heart shies from the sorrow

the planets pulse

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. John Muir

the world is quiet here

The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go. C. JoyBell C.

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