Early photography from my days at university.
Words are spoken
And never forgotten
Words remind me
I am bruised
Conflict is existent
And never amends
Conflict reminds me
I am battered
Pain is resonating
And never relieved
Pain reminds me
I am broken
walking down the street
He was using a cane to find his way
He asked if I needed some change
He asked if I was all right
One morning I was walking down the street
I thought I knew the way
One morning I met blind man
A blind man with sight.
Whoa! Hey there! It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything.
Don’t fret, I’ve been busy on various projects but just dropping a quick note to say that I’m working a mini-piece and should have something new up in a couple of weeks. I’ve written the poem and now I need to photograph the piece.
So check back in couple of weeks!
And so we have reached the end of our little journey. I wasn’t sure how I was going to bring this journey to a close and I admit that I’ve sat here for the past week or so waffling on how would be the best way to sum up our journey.
So, I’ll begin with a little background on my motivation behind this piece.
I think this is a road that many of us will or already have travelled. It is my journey as I’ve spiraled through the cycles of depression. How it sneaks up on you when you least expect it and pulls you down into the spiral. How it holds you in place and won’t let go. How, even though you feel trapped and isolated and scared there is still beauty in the world around you. How the knowledge of beauty is what gets you through the darkness that grips you.
It is a journey of hope. For as long as you can recognized the simple beauty of the flower growing in your neighbors yard there is hope that you will emerge from the darkness.
Even though this journey has come to an end check back because I’ve already started formulating future projects. In the meantime I’ll also be posting more pictures from the photoshoot for this piece… pictures that I really liked but didn’t fit in with the message I was presenting.