It’s like playing a musical instrument. Holding it firmly, like deadly weapon An extension of the arms
Connected to the brain Connected to the heart Connected to the eye
Reality melts away Like it was never there Reality is now foolishness Logic dies quickly, quietly
The eye looks at all conditions Color over there Greater values to be had Two miles away
Extreme contrast At the forefront Thought walks away Let’s instinct in the door
Mind assembles Heart assists And speak to hands
Hands obey in the frenzied moment Before it all changes
I have been practicing this obscene bastardized form of photography for about twelve years and it won’t leave me alone. It is not considered valid by most traditionalists and is discounted as “Photoshop” (veiled insult). This piece is a manipulation (contains a second photo layer) so in that sense it is “Photoshop”. The base photograph is (10) exposures onto one frame. My critics’ jabs would carry weight if I saw how easy it would be for them to make a similar image using the same techniques. Even if that were so, I would still refuse to allow any voice to interrupt the creative processes that have now become compulsion.