On one hand I see this girl as naked and vulnerable and abused. I always felt so exposed and yet so INVISIBLE to him. It also translates the heartbreak a child feels when INVISIBLE to one's mother.
This picture evokes in me memories of the farmhouse I once lived in. One got the feeling it was once a blessed place. I lived there off and on and moved in permanently at 10 until 18.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
wow. just wow.
Post a Comment