The personification of the non-human world. Isolating specific parts of the bigger picture, & bringing out the beauty in the individuals. Too often we scan through life seeing the usual freeway landscape. Through a camera lens the perfect composition of a certain section of an overpass can be singled out & appreciated. I see the world inch by inch, not minute by minute.
3.09.2013
3.08.2013
///CRAFT///
Playing with guns after midnight, unifying things in the physical, pieces from very disparate realms, I came across a thread that did not yet wish to let go, flailing in a wind I could not feel. I tugged at it, for the sake of clean edges, rolling it between two odd fingers. Now the union seemed perfect, immaculate, but I knew its past of loose threads, and the wind sang in its memory.
Outside, the sky reflected my eyes, lachrymose for love, drops of shadow refracting moon and star. In the chill of it all, was revealed a thread of inspiration. I followed it, to the fraying end, my mind scattered in branches, many. One of those branches led me to slumber, I forgot about the rest, though they still existed, bending with the wind like bows. My dreams were arrows, once near, later distant, and distant was always closer than I imagined.
Photographs I took at a Ball-Nogues show in 2009 ~ Compositions I made today
Luna (Sketch4Rose)
Asonic Garcia