

There was this one time where I suspended myself at night time from a creaky beam at an abandoned mental hospital... My skin was completely bare, it was dark, and there was a light night breeze. There was an eerie feeling coming from the heavy air around me. The photographer had to hoist me and bring me down even though I did the tying. I tied a minimal hip harness which was intense and gratifying. The first photo was taken when I was untying myself. The second is of the suspension. Rope is a very intimate and healing thing for me. I was in a serene headspace despite how vulnerable I was in a strange environment.