Canvas of light

Description: My daughter took the photos; I layered, obscured, arranged... Moving across the canvas, shadows. When I got caught in the lights once I counted five shadows, some short and close, others long and stretching far. Did that mean I existed? How do photons spin around us and collide into the wall leaving a dark imprint of our shape? Are our obscure lives the canvas that catches us? I dance through the hours of my days, sitting, walking, sleeping, eating, talking. Breath is a dance. Displacing the air, sending the light spinning around us, the impulse of our thoughts flinging ideas into being through our bodies. Is a dance. Sitting at the computer screen with your dancing fingers on the keys playing music for me who reads you. A grammar of light flies off into incandescence, shadowing, spotlighting, a flux that captures us, moments burnt into the negative space, where it's empty, in the vastness of dark energy between the luminescences. Give me a moment, this pensiveness, before I turn and gaze upon you, love. (the "you" in all my pieces is always the reader, you, my unbidden, golden muse, without whom I would write nothing.)

Creator: Arrangement by Brenda Clews; original photographs by Kyra Clews

Residence: ON,

File size: 382.32 KB

Art, photopoem, photopoetics

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