Camera: Mamiya Rb-67
Film: Fuji Superia 400 Pushed to 800.
School assignment: Visual poetry
And the weaver said, "Speak to us of Clothes." And he answered:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain. Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment, For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind. Some of you say, "It is the north wind who has woven the clothes to wear." But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread. And when his work was done he laughed in the forest. Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean. And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind? And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Side Note: This is a photo I did for a class project while attending school in California. Sadly People Make slightly rediculous assumptions and because of Such, I have to Say this:
This is a photo I shot to accompany this poem as a piece of art. I strive to live a life of purity. There is no need for assumptions. I love God, I love people, and I love art. Simply, God and his creation are my inspiration.
Film: Fuji Superia 400 Pushed to 800.
School assignment: Visual poetry
And the weaver said, "Speak to us of Clothes." And he answered:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain. Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment, For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind. Some of you say, "It is the north wind who has woven the clothes to wear." But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread. And when his work was done he laughed in the forest. Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean. And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind? And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Side Note: This is a photo I did for a class project while attending school in California. Sadly People Make slightly rediculous assumptions and because of Such, I have to Say this:
This is a photo I shot to accompany this poem as a piece of art. I strive to live a life of purity. There is no need for assumptions. I love God, I love people, and I love art. Simply, God and his creation are my inspiration.
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