of Art

Once in a while, the forces of chance lend me the opportunity to create something beautiful. This image is one of those few- one irreplicable moment- an exacting wisp of wind creates a flicker in the dress; an imposing sun shuts the eyes; a break of waves and foam with all the consistency of the deep, cold water of the Hudson...

We are flawed, careless and human.

We feel and long to be felt.

We stand fast as rebels amongst creation because we ourselves have the power to create.

We are of many things. Of beauty. Of anger. Of loss. Of kindness. Of love...


In photograph: Nour Assaf