Intangible of a beautiful disaster.
skills - you sure can pull out and pull off and key image of life
two very intimate photos...you pull off muted detail very well
gives off a sadness, like cold...excellent photo.
liz, we are all disastrous to one another, aren't we? and we are all salvation, too. this is the danger of truly living. i think of one of my favorite poems, Waking This Morning by Muriel Rukeyser:Waking this morning,a violent woman in the violent dayLaughing.Past the line of memoryalong the long body of your lifein which move childhood, youth, your lifetime of touch,eyes, lips, chest, belly, sex, legs, to the waves of the sheet.I look past the little planton the city windowsillto the tall flowers bookshaped, crushed together in greed,the river flashing flowing corroded,the intricate harbor and the sea, the wars, the moon, the planets,all who people spacein the sun visible invisible.African violets in the lightbreathing, in a breathing universe. I want strong peace, and delight,the wild good.I want to make my touch poems:to find my morning, to find you entirealive moving among the anti-touch people. I say across the waves of the air to you:today once moreI will try to be non-violentone more daythis morning, waking the world awayin the violent day. ollie, thank you. it was a moment.thanks, tom. i'm so often surprised by how little we are. (and too, by how much.)yes, peter, i thought so, too. i thought, melancholy and pain, but there is joy also. always there is joy.xoerin
I like both pictures, with the same technique of sfumato photo (I just made it up) for my as intangible and boundless and one as the other. but the important thing is the peace that the two faces off.Saludos
Beautiful! Both of them.....
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))