She grew up to be a poet…
This feverish afternoon opened my heart to the magnificence of the human form: mostly the beauty of the female curve, the contours of her mountainous landscape. Recently, poetry re-awakened this for me, brought it into my present.
Can you find a poem in this photo? If I were to find one, it might be in those hands, the blue shadows, or the three roses.
Poetry and image join in this lovely painting and poem combination from Ylenia Mino and Maureen Doallas.
Instant has cheapened us. We need the forgotten process but we don’t know it. So I started capturing poetry, as a cathartic process.