| Ever since she died
she can’t stop dying. She makes me
her elegy. I am a walking masterpiece,
a true fiction
of the ugliness of death.
I am her sad music. |
- Norman MacCaig
| I want to
lie down somewhere and suffer for love until
it nearly kills me, and then I want to get up again
and put on that little black dress and wait
for you, yes you, to come over here |
- Kim Addonizio
'he will die as figs die in autumn,
shrivelled and full of himself and sweet,
the leaves growing dry on the ground,
the bare branches pointing to the place
where there’s time for everything.’ - Yehuda Amichai
“Au milieu de l’hiver, j’apprenais enfin qu’il y avait en moi un été invincible.”
(“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”) Albert Camus
**Felt like adding the photo’s title on the photo. Next time I should do it with my own handwriting.
**There was this sun under my skin, illuminating myself from the inside like a torch of hope and wonder.
* I believe Dominic’s latest photography work is visionary in its genuine and natural expression, dramatic and narrative; I decided to share it alongside my work, so that it gains more visibility and, hopefully, he gets the necessary feedback and confidence to continue.