I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say
Passing on the light
They say each star represents the soul of one departed;
A bell ringing marks an angel receiving its wings;
A shooting star is an opportunity for a wish to be fulfilled;
All are lights that guide our way and keep us company.
One close to us ends their time with us and takes a new path
travelling on to where we cannot see
Are they there or have they ceased to be?
I don't know if they are there, but they will never cease to be.
Not as long as the light of their face shines for me
Not as long as their voice echos in my ears
Not as long as their memories fill my heart.
I must let them go, but forever will I hold them dear
I must travel on my own road, but I will feel them close
The hurt will mellow
The tears will dry
The love will live on eternally as I pass on my own memories
And, some day,
will be the light that guides the ones I have known
2012/07/01 - For Gracie's great aunt and everyone else
I'm a musician, a vocalist, a computer geek, an amateur photographer, a cyclist and an avatar. Go figure.
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My work explores the relationship between new class identities and skateboard ethics.
With influences as diverse as Camus and Frida Kahlo, new synergies are created from both explicit and implicit layers.
Ever since I was a child I have been fascinated by the traditional understanding of relationships. What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a dialectic of greed, leaving only a sense of what could have been and the chance of a new reality.
As spatial impressions become transformed through diligent and critical practice, the viewer is left with a statement of the limits of our condition.