Portrait aRt Random
Scarsarestories’ First Photography Collection, all photos by scarsarestories.
Updated periodically, at which time I will give word on the main page!
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Photos of people, places, and things taken in the city of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, appear in the chronological order in which they were taken. March 2011 – ????
“One Foot in Front of the Other”
“Portrait One”
“Two”
“Under the Bridge”
“Three”
“Four”
“Five”
“Six”
“Seven” (“Self Portrait on the Number Three Main” )
“Eight”
“Nine”
/set 2, begin
“Digital Antique (Self-Portrait)”
“Ten” (“Fading, You” )
“Eleven” (“Deconstructed Parts” )
(Dedicated to Rick Wundernutbar)
“Twelve” (“Spring, Age Two” )
“Future Projections”
“The Gateway to East Van”
“Lush”
“Canadian Beauty”
“Coming Back…”
“…To Life”
“Thirteen” (“Self Portrait on a Good Night” )
“Schools and Cages” (at local elementary school )
“I Heart East Van”
/set 3, begin
“Cherry Blossom Carpet”
“Fourteen”
“Fifteen”
“Sixteen (Tierra del Sol [Land of the Sun])”
“Seventeen (Insomnia: Self Portrait at 4:30 am)”
“Eighteen (Mahogany: SelfPortrait with ‘Queens of the Night’
”
“Nineteen (The Long Ride Home)”
“Twenty”
“Corner Capitalism”
“Twenty-One (Clinging)”
“Twenty-Two (Tonight)”
“Market Colours”
“Twenty-Three (Pockets of Freedom)”
“Twenty-Four (Infatuated)”
“Twenty-Five (An Enduring Smile)”
“Twenty-Six (The Long Awaited Cigarette Break)”
“Twenty-Seven (Forward)”
“Twenty-Eight (Self-Portrait: ‘Just Me and the Rain’ ) “
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Wonderful, Jen!
Thanks for the dedication ~ VERY a propos, my dearest!
as much for the pain as for the joy
as for the girl inside the boy,
as much for the person inside the beast
as for the starving at the feast,
as much for the blind with perfect sight
as for those who die alone at night,
as much for those at the top of their game
as for the fate of (__insert name__),
with no compunction for destruction
of impediments and obstructions
we spunky punks with our tickle trunks fulla funky junk,
out of our disjunction and malfunction,
vow till the verge of extreme unction
to reconstruct a world that's fucked.
April 16, 2011 at 5:46 pm