every gossamered corner of objects and memories, once owned. Shadows of yesterday you thought you overlooked. Veins touched by the soft glow of an evening longing for impossibilities. Wine half drunk brooding into the dissection of maybes’. Eyes that never met to spill volumes of if onlys’. Sighs dissipated as cold smoke into the wind and fire of tomorrow.
I am fascinated by Georgia O’Keefe’s paintings. Sensual portrayal of flowers is indeed the essence of art for me and in a way observing the birth of life on this earth. I try to photograph flowers in my own humble way, inspired by her work which those who know will know.
Just sharing a few lines of my own poetry here tonight. Hope you enjoy!