TELL THE TRUTH BUT TELL IT SLANT (Edition 1)

Hallway (Underwater or Not)

Out of focus. Light-drenched. The top landing of the main stairwell of an apartment building. Brown, sepia, white. How the familiar can blur and in the strangeness we find ourselves all over again.

Cubist Self-Portrait

Mostly a face taking up the frame. The first field. Mostly a face moving into different positions, kinetically, for the benefit of a static lens. Or. Not static, not at all. Still. Ever-drinking. Ever-absorbing the wisps of brown hair, the faint ghosts of four blue eyes, the two mouths of pink, floating lips. In the background, warm yellow light glows in its fixture, white walls, a white arch, brown woodwork, an open brown door, a wood floor, a white bookcase, books.

Sunburst/Light Ghosts

Early morning. A bedroom scene. The focus clearer now. Or, considering the timeline, clear before the motifs got blurrier, cloudier, subjects less able to be ascertained. The way light first makes itself apparent. A perfect circle—a sphere, a disk, a globe—glows at the top righthand corner of the blinds. The blinds backlit, aflame. Darkish, elsewhere, shading the blue-white stripes of the duvet cover. Stuffed animals lie strewn across the bed, deep in shadow. A white dresser, an orange painting, a whirring ceiling fan, a brown wicker hamper, white walls, a white ceiling, a white radiator. Imperfections, too. Little scrapes of flourescence marring the photograph in two places. Maybe though. In the end. Gasps rather than flaws. Reminders of how everything needs to breathe.