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people photography: Scarred

"Scarred"

weathered hands, well travelled along the road of heartache, the harsh contrast of pain and joy is captured through the contour, shadows. the colours, are made to draw you in, captivating, enticing, harsh, scarred. the paradox of love. 

this picture is inspired by a passage from  Kahlil Gibran's - The prophet. 

"For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth" 

tealeaf philosophies- judgment day

"don't judge me by my flies, but choose my eyes,

 for they hold the answer to the prayers you whisper at night. they hold the truth you left behind. 

i was not forgotten

i was not left behind"

whimsical melodies

he pulled back the grass, and wiped his little eyes and whistled to the magpies to open up the skies.

vintage stall photography - rendezvous at dusk

 

slipped on her shoes, the final touch, she was ready to meet him, a rendezvous at dusk

The Drawing board: Transitions - A Creature from the Cave

self conscious.

deer in the headlights.

caught, trapped, her eyes squint, unused to the glare, her mouth curls in discomfort. she turns her face a fraction, avoiding the focus.

unable to hide.

 confusion. fear. anguish.

the creature from the cave.

"in this series Transitions, i'm trying to capture moments and expressions. 

Revealing the raw emotions, fears, hopes and beliefs of individuals before the mask is replaced.

 A creature from the cave, is exploring the relationship between 1st and 3rd world. whether the motive is good intentions, curiosity, or ignorance, the 1st world shine a spotlight on the 3rd world. this picture is suggesting that the 1st world presence is overwhelming.

  

In the girls face, her eyes are squinting from the glare of the 1st worlds stare. her lips curl, into a half smile, and half sneer. the natural reaction to being overwhelmed. Try it yourself, overwhelm your senses,  look into the sun. suck on a lemon. monitor how your lips respond.  

Vintage Stall photography - All in the days work

"All in the days work"

Tea leaf philosophies: The Great Longing

"I sit here between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange"

K.Gibran - The Madman

vintage stall photography - Rust

 

  

The Drawing Board: Merely Just a Peasent

 I'm fascinated by the simplicity of faces. I'm intrigued by how eyes convey so much feeling, story, torture, pain, regain.. I'm interested in how you can perfectly fit an eye between the two eyes, and how the for most people, the widest part of your nose is the same size as your eyes. the edge of the mouth line up with the center of your eyes. when you study a face, you realise how calculated it is, everything purposly placed, a beautiful balance. centered around the eyes, the windows to your soul.

the eyes are our past memories entwined with are future mysterys.

they hold our deamons and our goals side by side.

in them we hold  tear and a smile.

అ చైల్డ్ లాస్ట్ ఇన్ వార్ పేయస్ బె విత్ యు వెన్ మై గాడ్ కమేస్

The Drawing Board: Transition - out of the shadows

"in this series Transitions, i'm trying to capture moments and expressions. 

Revealing the raw emotions, fears, hopes and beliefs of individuals before the mask is replaced

this picture below, 'Out of the Shadows' I'm trying to convey that moment of hesitation, just before someone steps into the light. the transition from the shadows into the light. the girls held the weight of the world on her sholders, yet she is lifting her head up. although meek and mild, she has a will of stone, strength, dignity, self respect emerging. her lips help tight, determined, fighting her fear. her eyes are sad, yet wide, taking in the old surrounding, in a new light. she is a passive fighter. a new surivior. she is coming out of the shadows. 

"leant against the wall, i watched the world pass me by"

Tea leaf Philosophies: long walk home

and she stood over the stream, and the only sound she heard was the roar of anticipation... like the roar of the ocean on a lonely night. Deafening yet still unable to drown out the silence of a wounded heart.