I want her in front of my lens I realise as we drive away. She is poetry in a body.
Image-ine: Curves
This feverish afternoon opened my heart to the magnificence of the human form: mostly the beauty of the female curve, the contours of her mountainous landscape. Recently, poetry re-awakened this for me, brought it into my present.
Journey into Poetry: Claire Burge
Instant has cheapened us. We need the forgotten process but we don’t know it. So I started capturing poetry, as a cathartic process.