Suspended in Aquarelle Photography by Michael Critchley
For my wonderful wife Francine, for her faith and support in the work I create.
SUSPENDED IN AQUARELLE The design, photography and text in this book are Copyright Š 2009 by the author Michael Critchley. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any mechanical or electronic means without written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Photography: Michael Critchley Design: Michael Critchley Text: Francine Critchley Distributed by blurb.com
Aquarelle Dreaming. I am man. Floating . Suspended in aquarelle. S earching my inertia for my direction, but vision is blurred from my dream . Or am I beast. That despised repulsed creature, without beauty or grace , no perfection . T his has been my identity, cruelly given, cruelly lived. I am descending into my aquarelle existence. A ripple, an image.
C onsumed by the distortion of my weightlessness. Beautiful is my world of aquarelle. Sightless to the imperfection of my form. S trike out and survive, muddy those tranquil waters with the energy of life reborn . L ive your life . Thrash out and claim your dream. It’s yours . My head above water now, my vision clears to see the stark reality . A nd the need to cast my net wide. T rawl through the muddied waters of existence, not hide. I am woman. F loating , suspended in aquarelle, weightless and without effort . The dream of life is – just to be. A s sirens in time of ancient sea, the storm in my soul consumes the me , not to trust in calm , and just be . M y head above water now, my vision clears to see the stark reality , of me .
I am man. Floating . Suspended in aquarelle. Dreaming .
Without beauty or grace. No perfection
Consumed by the distortion of my weightlessness .
Strike out and survive, muddy those tranquil waters.
my vision clears to see the stark reality .
And the need to cast my net wide.
Trawl through the muddied waters of existence,
not hide .
T he dream of life is – just to be.
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kimono Kimono is about a whirlwind of movement and mystery,
illusive and teasing. Then in a breath of tranquility the mood changes to pensive expression, a gentleness and whispering in both the pose and the fragmentation of colour and artistic expression.
BLONDE Don’t let this music stop – this rhythm of a heartbeat. I surrender to its pulse.
Vibrating all my senses in the giddiness of such sweet intoxication. For I am loved.
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