Title: Quarter Life Crisis
You howled to the pearl in twilight
Shimmering Luna with your false hopes
She said, “give in to my sobering sky, lie in the white, pass away, You’re a quarter life crisis anyway.”
Do you really want to sleep?
Stay sleepless with me
You’re a quarter life crisis anyway
I’ll stay awake with you
Let the resurrection begin
We’re doomed to end either way
You’re just a quarter life crisis anyway
Recently someone I knew tried to commit suicide, but failed, thankfully. This piece is about that moment for him. His quarter life crisis, the moon a quarter full, called his name to come sleep in this fantastic serene landscape with him. I believe death can be peaceful, but this wasn’t their time to rest. I remember our conversation with him stating, “I’m a quarter life crisis anyway.”
I’m thankful he is alive, and wanted to dedicate a moment in time to him in a zen sort of way.
Synesthesia is a neurological condition, where you experience one of your senses through another. For me when I listen to music I see color, and shape. I photograph while listening to music to find shapes, and to see what colors might look best in the landscape I\’m looking at. I then add the colors back in post processing of the photograph.