There is a small village in southeastern Hungary. A small Open-Air Museum has a few beautiful houses, a romantic church and a Protesrant cemetery with old tombstones and monuments.
A beautiful meadow welcomes visitors. I used the mowed hay to connect youth with impermanence. Nowadays we know, that our hair looks longer after we died because human skin is going to be dehidrated, but the old stories told us, that the human hair grows after we pass away. This belief drew my attention to the fact that life continues after deceasition and reminds me that we live on in our descendants.
The hair braid forms a bridge between the past and the present and points to our dependence on mother nature.
The creation was nature-friendly, the hay was later eaten by the sheep of the museum farm so it certainly lived longer in them.
