Category: Portraits

Words can paint, each letter, a bristle of a brush. The sentence becomes a stroke. Paragraphs shape objects. A portrait needs no beginning, middle, or end. When we look deep at a painting, we can’t help but wonder why the Mona Lisa smiles. If you look deep enough at portraits, close enough to pick out desire, they jump out of the frame. The frame is the story. Break out! Break out!

Arc Eternal

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Moths Find Daylight

  Click on image to enlarge. Find a book I’m in here. More images to be found here.     

Orbital

    (Click on image to enlarge) More images found here.

Woman King

Woman King More images here.

Soundness

He’s moving to a song he knows and it’s a song we’ve heard before but can’t place. As he moves, the sweat, sores, and scratches stay in place. What’s inside him is externalized. He doesn’t care about our inner secrets, our inner fears, our…

Fall’s Reach

Catching fall in the act. More Images here.

Early Exit

Some leaves make an early exit.                                                       They wait for rain. More photos here.    

Back Burner

Click on image to enlarge.  The last little glimpse of a bull kelp.  Check out more images here.

Rampant Dust

We’re rampant dust with sunlight between our fingers.   Check out more images here.    

Ghost Fence

Ghost Fence (Click to enlarge image) Check the gallery out here.  

Lightning Concrète

Rain, Reflection, Red Tennis Court, Mt. Tabor, Portland Oregon. June 2018 Elan’s Photography

Moon Jelly

A Last day of blue. Found on Clatsop Spit, August 2018   (Click on image to enlarge it and check out more of Elan’s photos here.)    

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