Making of a book
I’ve seen the dreamers of my childhood turn into dust.
Hang their hearts up and lay their bodies down.
Still talk like the soldiers we made out of mud,
Yet quiver at the thought of making a sacrifice.
I have been working on a body of work to be published as a book for the last 6 months.
Taking
Developing
printing
arranging
re-arranging
burning
and doing it all over again
Once it is finished, i will start being a photographer again.