Underneath the surface of the water where all is silent and still the figure floats serenely in an alien world of weightless calm. In a place where sight and hearing are lost, where the senses slow and the body does not breathe she is filled with peace and absent of fear. She is truly an ephemeral angel in another world.
The silver Swan, who, living, had no Note, when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore, thus sang her first and last, and sang no more:
"Farewell, all joys! O Death, come close mine eyes! More Geese than Swans now live, more Fools than Wise."
- A poem by Orlando Gibbons (1596-1598)
“The idea was to show the figure floating serenely in an alien world of weightless calm. She is in a place where sight and hearing are lost; where the senses slow and the body does not breathe….. she is without fear and filled with peace” - Zena Holloway