sonyacita
pieces of me
In the ancient and venerable Iron Photographer tradition of Utata, we’re invited to combine three elements — sometimes very goofy ones — into art.
The process is sometimes vexing; it’s occasionally willy-nilly. Once in a while it inspires madness. And it’s almost always fun.
A bowl.
Something broken.
Done simply.
Sometimes it results in an image that’s really a little poem — a quiet one that you didn’t quite expect, but it nestles right into that spot in your insides, and it makes you sigh a little. It takes a gentle poke at your achy bits, the ones that never quite heal all the way and bother you when it rains.
That’s the mark of a wonderful poem: for all you know, this one might have been written just for you, and you’re so glad you found it. Because it’s perfectly lovely.
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