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Eve
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Puppet
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Slot machine
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Union
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Graft
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Greet
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The word was
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Cradle
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Nest
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Seedling
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Sleep
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Lear
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| I sometimes make photographs because "I have to" like an itch, that won't go away until I have put it on paper.
How often do we sense moods within us that we can't quite describe or define with words? We struggle to communicate with clumsy language where misunderstandings abound and even our native tongue can seem inadequate and foreign. These images have grown from such ill-defined moods, from dreams and abstracted thoughts. They are full of contradiction, challenge and unanswered questions, so perhaps they are the beginnings rather than the conclusions of thoughts? |