What is it about the power of the image/ although I am an artist with the word,
I am drawn to self expression thru multi media..some photos are pure visceral poetry in and of themselves.
In my study of myself as object..I see something attempting to break out, to break free.
Motion, E/motion/in motion..
I am as carnal and embodied as I am cerebral..
I have become unbalanced …physical poetry , my body and the body of others as canvas can no longer not be twinned in my search to self express.
monstrous this captivity.
self imposed and waning..
there is pain and there is joy in the incarnated form. I am not all mind.
Pinned. Exhibit F.
I long to dance.
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me..
from Tommy/the Who
Deadly this catatonic speechless insomnia of the body self.