I am of course reminded of the poem Water by Koleka Putuma. Afraid of water, I am reminded that you have to have lived a different kind of life to jump into it with glee. I also wonder about the choice of color in the making of these photographs, does the photographer think of water as a black hole?
I am of course reminded of the poem Water by Koleka Putuma. Afraid of water, I am reminded that you have to have lived a different kind of life to jump into it with glee. I also wonder about the choice of color in the making of these photographs, does the photographer think of water as a black hole?