I realized I was trembling, shaking, shivering, not from cold or from fear, but because every fiber of my being had caught fire. I had forgotten what it was to feel, and now, it seems as though I will never stop burning.
Self-portrait
I realized I was trembling, shaking, shivering, not from cold or from fear, but because every fiber of my being had caught fire. I had forgotten what it was to feel, and now, it seems as though I will never stop burning.
Self-portrait
Photography by Boris Mirkin
I shed my colors and exhale my thoughts with a breath. It is quiet here, a peaceful half death.
Self-portrait
Time was just a hole in an hourglass, and I was merely a mortal, desperate to find more sand.
Photography by Abigail Saturday
Self-portrait
Self-portrait
Should you tire of the sun and her timeworn tune, you can always find me, hiding under the moon.
Photography by Richard Andrews
I measure the value of things, not by money, but by the time I invest in them. And I’ll tell you something, darling, if thoughts of you were pennies, I’d never have to work another day in my life.
Photography by Abigail Saturday
Suspend what you think you know of another person, and you will find that you’ve been trying to place an entire universe in a trinket box.
Self-portrait
Photography by Scott Rust