An ongoing series called “Ego”, inspired by intimate impressions of people close to me.
Poems, correspondently for each image.
July, 2020.
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Printed on a Hahnemühle Museum Etching paper, 28cm x 36cm.
Private collection.
Emma
This flower, found under layers of thickness, was given to Emma, who coincidentally, has always been under layers of thickness herself. She fell once, 12 meters, when she was 13. Almost all her life, summarized, year by year, meter by meter. Maybe that's why she survived, a meter short from falling 13 years. I think she is still living through that one year, stretching that one meter, every millimeter, selfishly, crashed at twelve.
July 15, 2020
September, 2020.
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Printed on a Hahnemühle Museum Etching paper, 28cm x 36cm.
Private collection.
Kriss
She's always gazing from the shadows, configuring with geometric solids, with alchemistic fumes, the dirt and soul. Her dresses, covering her values, stamped like phalerae and cameos, protecting not only her skin but most likely wounds, from past and future, from bad and good. And all the violence she captures, right there, next to her ear, she keeps a promise of listening in peace. To Kriss, and cats, and constellations.
September 16, 2020
April, 2021.
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Printed on a Hahnemühle Museum Etching paper, 25.4cm x 35.56cm.
Private collection.
Ginger
I met her at the small lagoon, not knowing she's an ocean. I met her at the small lagoon not knowing I'm the forest and I was hiding in the trees. And her amber turned to honey, And the algae turned to moss, And we walked and danced, Blooming fantasies across.
April 29, 2021
