Project Expansion: Energy #1:
December 8, 2010 § 2 Comments
I feel like my insides are about to crush. This is how diamonds are made.
There are oddly acting carbon atoms arranging themselves into the unbreakable.
Etched in my abdomen backwards:
“I overpower, I tame.”
(but in traditional Greek that seems more like the smooth clawing of something that has just grown fingernails).
I want to photograph the curly haired girls.
I wish I had learned color developing. I want to ruin the chemical pool with summer Cyan.
I wish I had the resources to do this. (Gone are the days of smoke breaks and the SUNY Purchase photo labs: Brian on my hip and the Hutchinson River Parkway sending the speeding student into hydroplanes.)
I wish women were not so controlled by over-analytic misconstructions of past scenarios and realize the present was not meant for them if they can’t brightside their best prompters into a positive space. We are supposed to be each others support and advocates. No one is going to actively seek the company of a a gnarled tooth that mimics a weak root. Your teeth are pretty bad: we’ve all heard you complain. We are not your teeth: we borrow from more aggressive animals.
Do you see what I mean about over-analytic?
There are so many things that need to be oiled… so many precious things that need to be photographed before they die.
Working on a project that is filling me up and bursting my capillaries while I sleep. A good nosebleed means I must have had a good dream.