Photos are visual spaces where shapes and lines, objects, and people come together. The palm of her hand flies up to the sky.
Along the way, they also force the concrete and the abstract to converge: objects and landscapes are still themselves, yet already a little more (and a little less) than what I’d initially seen in them.
BUZZ…This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge asks us to share a photograph with something extra; something with unexpected detail that makes that image all the more special.
For me … the unexpected detail is in this man’s expression.
The sadness embedded in his concentration. This is a photograph of my friend “Buzz” writing poetry outside a coffee shop in Brighton, England.
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.
Illuminated cooking pots suspended from a 19th century building in the 6th arrondissement in Paris.
Over the years we age and change our perspective.
Through the looking glass.
Are my dreams worth salvaging or should I abandon them immediately?