Two bodies mutter to each other in smoke rings. Signals blow back and forth. The mysterious air between the pair; cloaks their mystery. What are they saying? Is language extinct? Are words with all their meanings obsolete now. Frozen. Stiff.
Imagine yourself born with a different skin colour. Which colour(s) would you superimpose onto your DNA? Who’s looking at you now? Do you feel your privileges taken away? Do you feel enlightened? At peace? On top of the world? As rich as can be? Experimental? Full of promise? A ghost? On the A-List?
Treat with care a still image that an actor could bring to life. A black-and-white photograph of a baby Held at arms-length by a midwife – the girl that nobody wanted – who had little choice but to re-enact this dream called life. Is it possible to be born again? To REBIRTH? An angel isContinue reading “Rebirth”
Where do we go when we die on the inside? Do we rupture our attachment to family? Our daily bread? Our ability to mimic breath? Jean-Michel Basquiat died of a heroin overdose at the age of 27 in 1988. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/14/weekly-photo-challenge-inside-2/
Over the years we age and change our perspective. Through the looking glass. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/07/photo-challenge-perspective/
British award-winning writer and documentary filmmaker Michele D’Acosta is seeking to transform the lives of 170 African polio victims who are struggling to stay alive in the former British colony of Sierra Leone. With the help of an international photography competition, D’Acosta’s goal is to bring global attention to the desperate plight of these forgottenContinue reading “EXPOSURE”
Harmony meters measure The moods rising Off the tarmacadam. Adults, in the swing of Bills, forget to smile. Less entertained by obligations In the local park, a Teen plays a keyboard Harvests raw blurred notes, hint Of a cool soundtrack. High harmony Readings encompass The radiant child. Echoes of lyrics dignify The sensual pitch ofContinue reading “Radiant Child”
In New York I photographed a man engulfed by spray paint.
How can I accomplish my dreams? The hands on my clock are at loggerheads. If when walking on the Avenue Of The Future, I should happen to encounter a fortune teller who tells me: “You will mend your luck when you turn back the clock.” Will I deposit my gratitude in the honesty box? OrContinue reading “Honesty Box”