Between the lines and through the lens…
Silent in her own darkness she takes a place by the canvas of creation and before its stillness she lets the light pour over all that has slipped between the shadows. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost for a week of colourful imagination. Photo of La […]
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Connie was caught by colour in the corner of the castle where curtains collected carnations. Connie was captured courting curious on the canvas of a castle in a kingdom condemned. Connie was caught by the kiss of a courter in the courtyard where calla lilies were cut. Connie missed the caution in the cut […]
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Colours flap in the wind, colours catch the feeling of freedom at daybreak like thoughts taking flight in dreams under blankets, mounding over molecules, making matter meaningful. Dawn’s dew delights in seeds now stirring under soil just as stars shine significance on a mind, on a pillow, at play. There is movement beyond the […]
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Other Angles at the Museums… All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly except for the last one with me.
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Light catches glass, catches colour, creates contrast on walls and water. Light leans in and leaves illusions on lines where once there was shadow, buildings become boats baring sails to beckon the breeze which billows at its ease through colour caught on glass which is captured in light. All words and photographs by Damien […]
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Up and through, through colour to brighter, better, perhaps. I’m next, she says, up and over, following underfoot the man with the hat who’s had enough. Off with hats, top hats and hard hats, happy heads float through colour, dissolve, he says, into columns of colour, preconceptions passing now, no longer cornered by constricting […]
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Ghost clouds gather over ice cold oceans of marble we can’t break through. Maybe there was something deeper below the depths we dared not dive. Breath is naked. Movement muffed. Air rigid. There is nothing left to cover up. I blush under your absence or do I blush before the cold truth; this is […]
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