I am returning to the photographic work of a man I loved, admired, and hated.
A tragic something...
and deeply personal
It is a visual journey with poetry of two lives-two journeys taking place at two very different time periods.
Forgiveness? That is a thought that I carry with me on this journey and perhaps you will notice the complexity of this word during the exploration I do with this series.
I am combining my methods of photographic artistic expression with the images belonging to my grandfather, also a photographer.
 |
| ~His Love~ Only one of many an apature eye capturing beauty (ies) Doing more than seeing. She wrote tragic love notes set them to flame watched then burn. The fire was easier to bear than letting go of the oceans her eyes held onto. ~her love~ the one and only |
No comments:
Post a Comment