Little Daisy

Sana su versem yeşerir misin? toprağını değiştirsem çiçek açar mısın? Güneşi içine çeker misin? Göğe uzanır mısın?
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They were destroying with bombs We were building with flowers
I think we forget things if we have no one to tell them to.
Unable to…
Unable to keep spaces formal, categorical, technical. As long as we breathe we will keep personalizing spaces, objects, poems, book…there is something in us that doesn’t understand the language of this world Neither the boundaries our hands has drawn There is something in us that will keep humanizing even when whole world otherises Until our last breathe “love” will keep turning our hearts back to the one
What happens when you trap a person or an object in your frame? It becomes part of your imagination almost an intimate moment shared consensually or not. The become a character in your narrative that version of them no longer belong to you but almostly godly you feel about that creation of yours. That’s what photography does to me I own too many strangers gazes, too many presence so unfamiliar yet familiar
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