But it’s peculiar, as soon as I am in the midst of nature and by myself, everything that is base and trivial vanishes without trace. On such days nothing scares me; and this helps me again and again.
Horses, while they don’t carry people from place to place, after waking up and eating their first meal of the day get released from their barns and until 6 PM, freely walk around the island. From the impressions I got during my observations; because their minds are at their barns and they don’t get too far from where they internalise as home, their stillness explain their momentary freedom.
While the news about banning the horse carriages and bringing electric carriages instead all through the Princes Islands are on the agenda, it’s inevitable for ‘Pearl’, the first horse that I met and made contact with, take the leading role in my photographic story. In Pearl’s eyes, there are traces of centuries-old helpfulness of their archaic companionships as well as innocence, sensitivity and sensuality.
Given the name Pearl, which is a substance that can be found as a whole in nature, doesn’t need to be processed or polished and on that sense can be associated with wisdom, is a justification of this centenary friendship in a way.