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Greetings,
I believe when we view the work we should give constructive criticism. So feel free to comment and critique and I will appreciate it. I believe to not evolve as artists is the worst thing that could possibly happen. I need to grow in my art. I can't deny what I am anymore. I am an artist, a photographer, a person who visualizes. I cannot deny this bad word that maybe considered a cliché. Cliché or not I have to just accept it, say it a 1000x and do something about it with what ever I have.
Thank you for viewing my images.
hope you enjoy.


'She Lay In The Stream Dreaming Of August Sander'
'for Diane Arbus'
-Patti Smith

You, I write beloved black ace Ophelia
extravagantly pierced dread pale moon.
Negatives inflame your immutable eye,
hands face feather soaked in love.

Cast your pearls pen the pink fat night.
Comb ashes from the garden asylum,
the white cliff of ambition shedding.
Shoot baby shoot, powers can alter.

Her human cathedral hung with tassels
of hair threaded with golden string.
And she sang as she slid dangerously alive
through long arms of trailing algae.

I have collected children. I have felt
the museum fled that mountain-viewed
with suspicion memories snowing.

the white cliff of ambition

in those of soft trine

She unfastened the strings and fruit erupted.
The flayed mule became one with her,
they lay uncorrupted in the deep grass
pecked palm to palm by ebullient fowl.

You are my summer knight she whispered.

The spokes of the wheel bear witness.
A barren heart is a a heart that does not choose.
Beloved, come down fluid like naked convinced
a heart has stopped floating orchid child.

Horns of angel turned in virulent dust,
being to feel found shelter in fire.
The first roar dry and blood brown
crisscrossing the kingdom of a wrist.


Auguries of Innocence Poems - Patti Smith