Oh let my bones remain intact,
their sheath of flesh remain compact,
resist until death’s agony,
when bodies starts their argosy,
and when the skin becomes like glass,
Transparent to the soul, and glass
The tentacled medusa’s eye…
Black Minutes of Memorial Sand, Alfred Jarry
their sheath of flesh remain compact,
resist until death’s agony,
when bodies starts their argosy,
and when the skin becomes like glass,
Transparent to the soul, and glass
The tentacled medusa’s eye…
Black Minutes of Memorial Sand, Alfred Jarry
What a beautiful piece and concept. Your photography is always so dreamy...
RépondreSupprimerc'est beau!
RépondreSupprimergorgeous photos - so eerie and ethereal. that bone harness (?) is stunning.
RépondreSupprimerthank you all!
RépondreSupprimerJess: yes it is a bone harness :) thank you!
Ah, Alfred Jarry ........
RépondreSupprimerEt oui, tes photos sont sublimes !
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