I see the hair on his head — including lashes, beard, like the ice on the glass.We have no choice but to be enslaved, but we do have a choice about being entranced. And I bless you for this.
ruth, how grateful i am for you pointing this out. yes, we can choose the entrancement! we can choose to be enamored with the depths of all of this life.xoerin
i like this poem and the picture is really intense
yes I do find that your photos have the density of the missing mass, they have a really special force. They are really upsetting
arnaud, this is one of the most generous things anyone has ever said. thank you. i find it all terribly upsetting. tragic even. thank god for all of that.xoerin
~~~no words, but an endless hug, you, him, the window, the light-filled curtains, the world
roxana, your wordlessness rushes at me like the wind and moves me.xoerin
A beautiful abstraction, we know that the body is there, but the thoughts can not be enslaved. Thanks for letting us travel with you.
damaso, but it's me who must say thank you for your coming along.xoerin
Joyfully enslaved I am too, by this colourless art of yours..This image reminds me of my grandfather..Light dresses man,in a metaphorical blank state..And here we are,writing on it..Wonderful
manik, if this man be like your grandfather then i have tremendous faith in the depths of your living. (but then i already had that.)xoerin
oh, erin, you fill the empty space with your soulful pics. they seemingl encapsulate your intent a spiritual quality.once again your commitment to exposing yourself comes through.your enslavement is your freedomgracias mi amiga
intense photo, great jobb !
...they (your pics) seemingly encapsulate your intent in a spiritual quality...
but nene, it's not me! it's the world! it's spirit! (but thank you)))xoerin
Una imatge que dona molt per pensar. Bona entrada,Erin!Una aberaçada.
jordi, thank you))xoerin
ha - I love the gritty beauty of your words and photos. Continue on your journey...joyfully.
"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))