| The Third Eye by: Myk Miguel she dances and glows, i compose triggering a mechanical box that can freeze a movement of life the sea, the sand, the sun and the chair how can i put them in a frame? flow of nature revealed in a viewfinder the color of reality changed by filter agitation required a rhythmic cadence, silver hallide and chemical reaction some sort of fixation. in my little world of darkness is another step to creation, surrealistic response of artistic minds monochrome dreams of poetic rhyme for here art i happily discover. no, it's not a river but a faucet that seems rhapsody flowing, ever-giving life to a printed imagination, at the corridor, i can hear laughter. yes, both entries and members seem funny, but a pocketful of ideas they give on how's and why's and where's and what's made me feel friendlier than a conqueror, again a year of triggering that mechanical box, i'll have blossom will i within the crowd they call K A M E R A D A R E ! (more 3rd Eye snippets to be continued...) |