There is a hole vertically situated within my chest. It is filled with questions, and yet it is empty. All the air escapes. Eyes see beauty, mind churns into dust. I am not whole, but full of holes such as the one gaping in my chest, my pupils only inkblots that have soaked in too much ink. Dreams at night remind me of how it is to love. A purgatory daydream, however beautiful.
About
Anna Leigh Clem is a fine-art photographer working with still and moving imagery to portray her unconscious ruminations.