Thing I love most about the MOMA is that it is a concentrated source of inspiration. Whenever I go, I bring my camera and my notebook. Behind every corner lies a moment that I want to capture. Mostly what I see cannot be conveyed but only felt in the moment. I believe that the spirit of the artists and the message of what they were wishing to get across to us, their audience, is contained in these works. All we have to do is look, listen and mostly feel. I like to allow that and I am grateful for the opportunity to be in their presence.
Looking Glass
After all this here I am
Ragged stockings
torn lacy things
this is my image
i am frozen
my body
open
untouchable
all things decay
fall apart
false paper mache
plastic flower crown
remains
endless parade
does this
me
naked
splayed
mean a thing ?
Funeral Heart
Green on the inside
with edges dipped in blood
white slashed
and ragged
in here
we are imperfect
yet
wholly loved
A Metaphor - See if you can read the meaning.
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