This reminds me of that time last summer when I died and went to hell
Ingmar Bergman, Liv Ullman in Persona, 1966 (Twilight Scene)
behold the adjacent squares.
"Trees, rivers, plants, and anything that reminds me of her is now a vague image languishing in obscurity; an obscurity plunked from her departure. Since then shadows have also been cut off from the reality, wandering around like a ghost. These images were once objects of my passion of seeing. But now they look like memories rooted in the depth of my soul, or scars of an old wound that don’t heal. It feels like a “presence” that torments me, stresses me out, and screams inside my inner silent world."
Viewer and the object of view [2021] - Nazli Abbaspour
hey girl are you my slerp schedule because i am fucking you up
Lewis Wickes Hine. Sewing machine girls - 1917
Greg Girard, Tokyo
1976-1988 series
mulholland drive (2001)
Roy De Carava Mahalia Jackson, Clasped hands, New York. 1957 13 X 10 in