Returning

After a long iatus, I return to digital arts. I stopped because the I did not have the inner drive to do image work anymore. Now this energy is back. The drawing board and the camera are out; the printer is burring in my office. I am returning in an odd way: with a blend of images and poetry. Technique is not important anymore, nor I care about compositional patterns or audience to satisfy. I care about the image itself  and That what She awakens or call to attend to.

I begin with "Splash" and "Cut 69." They seem to be more paintings than photographies.  I love them.


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Suddenly I found myself composing a book of images and poetry. 24 images for a book called, "Dakadeka 2010." Is it the start of a series? I do not know, only morrow knows.

Cut 69

....A good hour

                  Breaks

The chant of the sea.

                  Awake.

Splash

I return to you
On a Friday evening.
After walking the sandy paths
That lead to nowhere.
I carry not flowers in my hands
Nor have I a silent moon
Telling her stories.
   -Those that only you and I hear.
I carry the brother sun
On my shoulders.
   -We share a common ground of
     Pain and happy tears.
I return to you
Full of colors.
Tonight we dance.
Our eyes be full of light and sound.