# 3

# 3

the pictures on my wall don't include my life here
i don't know what to say, or how to act, or what to be
and i'm afraid i'll never know

i need a snapshot of my life today and tommorow
not just years ago

SEE

april 2003

See...

a narrow pathway
of colour in the sky
green flecks in blue eyes
a smile that leans to the right
unstable rectangles of golden sunlight
falling onto bare bricks and grey floors
footprints
an apple
smooth flesh reveals core
a lost piece of paper
perfectly crumpled imperfection
dust collecting in the corner
crack in the wall
simple
common
beautiful



see

camera obscura

"The act of reaching for a lighter or a spoon is familiar routine, yet we hardly know what really goes on between hand and metal, not to mention how this fluctuates with our moods. Here the camera intervenes with the resources of its lowerings and liftings, its interruptions and isolations, its extensions and accelerations, its enlargements and reductions."

-- Walter Benjamin
from "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction"


camera obscura

thaw

creaking cracking flowing
broken pieces float

melt
warmth

i don't know what to say



thaw