Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Photographer.....9

Dear To whom it may concern,
How are you? I hope you are well. This letter I hope finds you in good spirits. There is something that I have been wanting to tell you for a long time but I know that you are scared and I don't wanna force things on you, again. So, this letter I believe will get my point across. I feel like I am the photographer and you are the model. A cohabiting relationship with dependent issues. No, I don't blame you and I don't blame myself. This is just how it has happened and it is what it is. The photographer takes pictures of his model and the model becomes the muse for his art work. A creature greater than anyone he has seen, the model is the photographers world. The photographer basically falls in love with the model and wants the world to treat them like the king or queen the photographer sees. Now this is where opinions could be changed, Models know the power they have over the photographer and they play with them in order to get success or attention. It doesn't mean that the model doesn't care for the photographer but it just is a relationship that is in a unhealthy place. Where does this leave the photographer, alone doing their art with this blocked heart becasue the model has taken the place of what they are looking for. The photographer knows that this isn't the love that is what you marry off of but understands it can be. That is why it is so sticky cause the photographer loves the model but has a hard time discerning what is true and what it the artistic passion. When a model just leaves a photographer, I am not talking physically leaving though it does happen, it is the end of the world no matter how dramatic is sounds. The photographer is left standing with out the release of the grasp. Now if the model was understanding to this relationship that happens and understood the photographer is basically in love with the model how does the model exist knowing that they exist to me the muse than they will just crush the photographer. I don't know. The relation between photographer and model will always be present but it won't always have the same passion and want behind it. That is why the cycle of photographer and models exists still. But I will sit here with my camera understanding the emotions I have, or a grasp of understanding, taking pictures of the world around me searching and cleansing myself. Our relationship won't be negated and won't be something that disappears but it will if the communication stops, cuts off so the detachment is such a hard edge that no one can touch with out the pain suffocatingly swarms in. I hope this letter makes your heart know. I hope you continue to grow and be you. This life is to short to constantly be told what is right and wrong so live with what your heart is saying.
Forever and ever your friend,
Photographer

2 comments:

  1. (A song to ponder)

    Baby, you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart
    And baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heart
    But your eyes are warning me this early morning
    That my love's too big for you my love


    Baby, you've got the sort of laugh that waters me
    And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me
    I find you stunning, but you are running me down
    My love's too big for you my love
    My love's too big for you my love

    And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
    And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
    And if I was stronger then I would up and go
    But here I am and here we go again

    Baby, you've got the sort of eyes that tell me tales
    That your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales
    That you don't need me, but you won't leave me
    My loves too big for you my love
    My loves too big for you my love

    And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
    And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
    And if I was stronger then I would up and go
    But here I am and here we go again

    Tell me what to do, to take away the you

    And if I was stronger then I would tell you no.
    And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
    And if I was stronger then I would up and go
    But here I am and here we go again

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