A Love Story: Michael Kenna’s exhibit at ICP
The care and devotion that is evoked in Michael Kenna’s photographs of Japan is a love story in itself. Nestled at the back of the ICP, Kenna’s photographs hang in a passageway leading to a back exit onto the bustling New York City streets, providing a calm oasis to pause and reflect. The silver gelatin…
Bruise
I used to bruise easily, anything minor, from habitual toe stubs to accidental elbow nudges. I don’t bruise too much anymore, perhaps my body has gotten stronger, able to withstand the occasional knock and the recurrent nudges. It’s the unfamiliarity with space, its corners jutting when I hadn’t been aware, or fully aware, perhaps to…
Growing on the theme of trees
Growing, outgrowing the cocoon of what once was, emerging and releasing myself from my crutches, standing on two firm feet in the sand, not drawing lines between things or attempting to, but letting them be. I’ve been watching the seasons change from darkness to light, and sometimes back again through the hours, and I would…
How Can I Describe the Touch of a Flower
How to describe the touch of a flower, its fabric a satin to be truly felt, a snapdragon in waiting, yellow and green and a beautiful seduction capturing. The rounded edges of a feeling, corners of time passed, slightly turning that keep you alive, the dog-eared pages that get musty with coffee stains and page turns. Underlinings…
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when the seasons change 