"sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay were laid spread out before me as her body once did
all five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the sun now the air i tasted and breathed has taken a turn
and all i taught her was everything i know she gave me all that she wore and now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds of what was everything? all the pictures had all been washed in black, tattooed everything...."
I am not a photographier. I just played around with a camera. Well, some of the photos here were actually taken with a celliarphone.