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.
In New York I photographed a man engulfed by spray paint.
A few glass waves talk to me in the room. Inside at is feeling of still. At the prospect of soda her eyes sparkle.
Different a things the lives and loves of Isabella – she the hat, permanent Jamaican…still the father, no situation. A of like daughter sexual Upon. Take scenario, plot, that be we a 8. Try to lose the TV reception as attention.
Increasingly difficult, increasingly difficult, increasingly different.