Thursday, February 9, 2012

Lines and Angles and All That Jazz.


I help you enter different places.


I make walking uphill easier.


I attempt to connect roofs together.


I keep you warm and show you the way.


I'm always locked from the outside.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Faster Than A Camera Can Capture.

Arms moving rapidly, as he stays still.
The way his arms move, how they seem like wings.
The silly face he makes.

Embarrassed and laughing as she turns her head. 
The spiral of curls, framing her face. 
Lockers lining the wall behind her.

Best Friends.
They communicate and read each others minds. 
Waving as I pass by.

Ghostly, haunting. 
The faint blur of a face and hair. 
Bouncy and lively.
The true sign of youth.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Overlapped, Overlaid, Taken Twice.

She tries to hide the pain as it washes over her,
until she can't take it anymore.
Then she looks up, for hope and reassurance.
For someone to tell her it will be okay.

Don't leave.
That's all I can ask.
I only have a pencil and paper to tell you how I feel.
Please try to understand.

Lost and caged. 
Forever behind four walls.
Waiting and watching for something
better.

They look dead from the outside.
But really they're full of life,
waiting to come alive.
The opportunity to show what they're really made of.

The teeth of a cat, sharp and pointed.
The sneer of human faces, as their lips curl.
Different yet alike.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Selfishly Taken.

Be a little crazy.
Wear your hair a little different.
Take pictures.

Act like a kid again.
Smile till it hurts.
Pretend not to give a care.

Don't try to grow up too fast.
Make a yucky face once in a while.
Try not to be ashamed.
Let the aging come gracefully.

Sometimes it's nice to look pretty.
Do your hair.
Let it down.
Dress up.
And have fun.

"There are only two styles of portrait painting, the serious and the smirk."
-Charles Dickens.

Contact Sheets.

The many different shapes and sizes.
The angles and clarity.
As they all work together to become one.

The many faces of my mother.
Normally happy and willing to listen.
I love her.

The stark contrast of light.
The views and directions.
How it can change your perspective.
Adding beauty and depth.

In the middle or to the side?
Perfectly the same, or uniquely different?

Expressions, feelings.
How the camera changes everything.
It's not about looking great.
It's about creating that one good picture.

Taken twice and matched up perfectly. 
Pictures overexposed.
Aperture open too wide.
Disappointment.


Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Symmetrically Perfect.

Take a walk.
Clear you mind.
Breathe. 
Forget about everything for a bit.

Identical? No.
Almost? Yes.
That's what counts. 
Not everything should have to be the same.
That's what makes them amazing.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Aesthetically Pleasing.

People watch you, they judge you, they hurt you.
But the worst part is when you start to believe them.
Take some time off, go far away,
Away from their judgement.

It's hard to leave what you have lived your life with.
Don't ever forget. 
Because you never know when you'll need those memories.
Say goodbye, and smile at the future.

Quite contrary.
Worrying just keeps you from enjoying the good things.
It gets you no where and just kills you
bit by bit.