Friday, April 14, 2017

My mouth is dry.

They have pulled out of my mouth words I wasn't willing to speak. No matter how consciously I averted my gaze from theirs,  they have forcefully lifted my face with demands of making me see what I have known for so long: it was not my world - I did not belong there. I was a tourist,  an onlooker,  an unwilling observer.

I didn't ask for conversations.  I only wanted invisibility, silence, coffee.

   

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

A Study on Corrosion, Also: Attention Whore (Tryptic)

Different states of corrosion found in the periphery of three different art galleries (Art Informal, West, Blanc.) Reasons for taking these images: 1. Art is overwhelmingly tiring, 2. Poor phone cameras don't do art justice, 3. I'm badly skilled at taking gallery photos, 4. Hey, I should be cool right, breaking away from the norm? Nope.