We share millions of images every day, some that move as time proceeds, most that stay the same.
A touch on the phone, a click on the mouse, a swipe to upload.
There is no greater chance to be heard in this cacophony than for me to more carefully consider the subject, composition, and manipulation of the images I publish.
A still photograph or visual artwork is much like a poem - if I give it time, a wealth of thought will flow.
I add a final line to the short poem below. It seems fitting as the poem (my thought) is about how expression, communication and touch is never in isolation, but rather flows, from one moment, one day, one person to the next.
If we fail to speak of language lost and touch of no not yes.
If I do not express today,
My tomorrow will be less:
The otherwise of choice,
Of seldom sought and wary voice,
Of language lost and touch of no not yes.