I’ve often wondered where drawn lines end and poems begin.
Some will say poems must be made of words. Strictly speaking, that’s true.
But I’ve lived long enough to know, I’m made of words too.
And when you read between the lines, I read you.
Of the photographic self-portraits I attempted several years ago, Roads, I think, is one interesting example. The image first appeared in Recently Banned Literature in 2011 and was included in a collection of portraits and self-portraits on my previous website.
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