the ice-floe split, the drift apart
as if up against the force of nature
And be torn up.
Recharges itself with its own
Infiltrates our blood. Repeats itself.
Inscribes with its unreturning stylus the isolation it denies.
--from Cartographies of Silence by Adrienne Rich, 1975 :
:There're many people I should be thanking for this shoot: Amor - writer by profession, a strange and smart woman. She graciouly and painlessly posed for me in this concept and promised to pose for more concepts in the future, for which I am very happy. Earl - Lexmark guy and Pinoypoet who came in because he is kind and curious. Ice, Mayds, Gem for joining us in the aftersession. Leland who offered us his research lab, which we didn't use but will prolly use in the future if it's ok with him, the Madame for the props... I will be posting more images of Amor from the same session in the coming days. I don't want to bombard you with lots of images, so I will post them in series.