Who cares.

cuntcraft:

my photo final, finally.

Artist Statement:

What is gender and what are its implications? Gender may seem a simple subject, however it is a complex terrain that remains for the most part unexplored. This murky and confusing concept of gender has always been one that excited my interests. I was especially interested at looking at what distinguishes one gender from another, such as dress or outward features. Using symbolic imagery, such as reflections, I tried to express that these distinctions are often unrealistic or misleading. I photographed people of many different identities, as well as myself, to act as microcosms for the confusing experiences of trying to find one’s place in a society that insists that there is no room for exploration.

Posted on May 27, 2012 via Damn Fine Coffee with 54 notes

Source: Flickr / synchronizedheartbeats

inneroptics:

“Like the flowing dust, the river deepening in its bed”

Deep in me you go on growing, unfathomable
In your origin, I cannot touch your eyes
Without burning my fingernails on their petals,
The flames of your form which burn in my thirst,
The leaves of your face which build your absence.
I ask, “Who is there? Who is there?” as if very late,
Very late, somebody knocked
On my door, and then in the middle
Of emptiness there was nothing but air,
Water, trees, the dying daily fire,
As if there was nothing there but everything which exists,
Nothing but all the earth which had rapped on my door.
So, nameless, vague as life, turbid
As the burgeoning mud and vegetation,
You awake in my breast whenever I shut my eyes.
When I lie on the earth you come into being
Like the flowing dust, the river deepening its bed,
Guarding a tangle of naked roots
Which grows as grows your presence in me,
Which accompanies their darkness as you accompany me.
So, here, blood or wheat, earth or fire, we live
Like a single plant which cannot explain its leaves.

Neruda