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CHRYSANTHEMUM
Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate a moment (Yosa Buson)
A poem once touched me with a simple truth: even death pauses before the beauty of life. It made me realize what stops time for me — my children, the most fragile and tender beauty I know. Childhood became, in my mind, a fleeting flower that one day will be cut.
My eldest son is eleven, standing between boyhood and adolescence. Sometimes I see in his eyes a soft adult sadness — the first quiet touch of growing up.
I remember my own childhood light — not just illumination, but a living companion that guided me. Its gradual departure leaves a trace of melancholy, yet returns when the soul is ready.
This project is about childhood as a home of light, and about the first steps away from it — that delicate moment when innocence begins to shift and time holds its breath.
Credits
starring Shyka Brodskyi, Hugo Brodskyi
produced by innerG