White Cord
Photoshop. Isn't photoshop wonderous.
There's a poem i wrote a while ago that i'm reminded of when i look at this photo and another, one of the old black and whites you probably previously viewed.
Fabric of God
Open your chest
and let your heart bleed
follow the lines
and see where they lead
Rotating Roads.
Leading you home.
A world
made of hope
Inside of a glass
spectroscope
Forgotten fields
Lost garden grow trees
with
Golden leaves
and this is where
the fabric of god is weaved
__________________
our white chord pulls us in. Tells us whats wrong and whats right. I do believe in invisables. I'm less vocal about it and don't really discuss the 'otherworldly" anymore. But around the time i wrote that poem and about 2 years later feeling propeled to conduct such an image. Thats exactly how i embrace those feeling that someone is watching me, guiding me.
and it's not a stranger.
it's me.
There's a poem i wrote a while ago that i'm reminded of when i look at this photo and another, one of the old black and whites you probably previously viewed.
Fabric of God
Open your chest
and let your heart bleed
follow the lines
and see where they lead
Rotating Roads.
Leading you home.
A world
made of hope
Inside of a glass
spectroscope
Forgotten fields
Lost garden grow trees
with
Golden leaves
and this is where
the fabric of god is weaved
__________________
our white chord pulls us in. Tells us whats wrong and whats right. I do believe in invisables. I'm less vocal about it and don't really discuss the 'otherworldly" anymore. But around the time i wrote that poem and about 2 years later feeling propeled to conduct such an image. Thats exactly how i embrace those feeling that someone is watching me, guiding me.
and it's not a stranger.
it's me.
more photos by Mad Jack Kash
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