a self portrait is a space. not just the obvious but what it's made of, what's behind it, around and inside that puts it all together. i can’t see it but i can feel it. like jazz improvisation. dont care if it’s a photo people their head's in the picture their hands and heads cut off their feet missing. dont care if buildings are straight round upside down or people are upside down. what matters is atmosphere the intangible transcendental undefined lost forgotten poetry with photos beyond image. it’s present with a presence.
at night a light came into my hospital room between the curtains above the heater thru the window i kept open a crack. light pulled infection out of me pushed itself out. light in the shape of the reckless shined in my room enough to see my feet legs arms. scribbled in my journal got out my camera and took portraits in the dark.
every photo is a self portrait. a photo of a bus stop is a self portrait. a photo of a marketplace in china town is a self-portrait. every photo is a self portrait. the photos at the hotel even the blurry ones are self portraits. photos too dark for any good are self portraits. in the hospital i was consumed with everything the energy mass the electricity of everything made everything out of body mind possessed with being sexual satisfaction. everything located there was made out of it made in it from it made within and without it.
photos of the homeless are self portraits. photos of mirrors windows as shadows on a street up against a wall. music as a self portrait is a photo of me is a photo of something else someone else somewhere else. a photo of my hands is a photo of anybody's hands. there's sex in the hair on my arms my legs made self portraits of energy touching everything touching conversations with the world. the more photos the stronger the conversation the louder screaming.
none of it has any meaning.
self portraits are the essence of everything.
at night a light came into my hospital room between the curtains above the heater thru the window i kept open a crack. light pulled infection out of me pushed itself out. light in the shape of the reckless shined in my room enough to see my feet legs arms. scribbled in my journal got out my camera and took portraits in the dark.
every photo is a self portrait. a photo of a bus stop is a self portrait. a photo of a marketplace in china town is a self-portrait. every photo is a self portrait. the photos at the hotel even the blurry ones are self portraits. photos too dark for any good are self portraits. in the hospital i was consumed with everything the energy mass the electricity of everything made everything out of body mind possessed with being sexual satisfaction. everything located there was made out of it made in it from it made within and without it.
photos of the homeless are self portraits. photos of mirrors windows as shadows on a street up against a wall. music as a self portrait is a photo of me is a photo of something else someone else somewhere else. a photo of my hands is a photo of anybody's hands. there's sex in the hair on my arms my legs made self portraits of energy touching everything touching conversations with the world. the more photos the stronger the conversation the louder screaming.
none of it has any meaning.
self portraits are the essence of everything.
