June 4 – 27, 1998
These photographs are actual daylight
dreams. I walked through their light.
Make no mistake.
I traveled to sad Ohio towns where the air
became liquid. It felt like I was floating.
There is poetry in this.
These photographs are actual daylight
dreams. I walked through their light.
Make no mistake.
I traveled to sad Ohio towns where the air
became liquid. It felt like I was floating.
There is poetry in this.