The desire to create drives me.
The need to comprehend moves me.
The want to be liberated with [from?] the words of those long dead fuels me.
The inexplicable longing for beauty among the ugly, the mundane and the beige hues that color the everyday is one that I wish to transform into a reality.
I wish to find this elusive, yet alluring beauty in the savage, untamable wild[e] of our refinement.
I want to, no need to, defy the laws of physics, nature and perhaps even God him[her]self, and pull from nothing, something beautiful.
For isn’t it only the privilege and power of the divine to do such things?
The intimacy, the tiny hand of whichever one of the twins she’s breastfeeding, the connection between the subject and photographer, there are so many things that make these two photographs beautiful.
The intimacy, the tiny hand of whichever one of the twins she’s breastfeeding, the connection between the subject and photographer, there are so many things that make these two photographs beautiful.
