Compulsion

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.