PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL: The painter methodically fills empty space with shapes and colors to touch truths truer than facts. The poet strings his poem with choice words, one at a time until it is filled with music that sings beyond language. The dancer moves, fills the stage with gesture and the body's song; muscles arch, stretch or spiral like a star. Arms, legs, torsos saturate the air with a primal beat.
The photographer doesn't fill anything, he plucks with his lens shards of light and shadows cast, and he fixes them with a click. It's a short time in which to fill eternity.
The photographer doesn't fill anything, he plucks with his lens shards of light and shadows cast, and he fixes them with a click. It's a short time in which to fill eternity.
