apon12

Dark remote places, candle sticks in my back pocket, seaweed among my feet, suffocating breaths of air worn out thoughts in mind, no heart beat in the solar system. Woman can I touch you, listen to your whispers, feel your fears, explore your sharp tempests of grains, your moon lines, violin pathways curved pale drops, vines and stars among your hair, tunnels in time that dims away. Woman I am a root coming from dark places, dried up,   waterproof like a piece of plastic washed to the shore at night, let me talk to you, one word one smile is enough   an open lamp on a dark remote island.

And for those who are interested here it is the address to this old Russian gallery where used to upload some work of mine years ago  http://www.photosight.ru/photos/4268800/?from_member You may check that almost every picture being here is there all along... Would certainly expect this guy here who accused me as an art thief to say a big, "I am sorry" the least he can do if of any respect for himself...

A most bizarre and unfortunate event took place today, I was accused by a member here of stealing and reproducing my own work... look what he wrote. !Nevidimii-Comrade (https://www.deviantart.com/nevidimii-comrade) EditNevidimii-Comrade 1 hour ago You cropped the picture and edited it, then claimed it as your own. This was posted back in 2010 on a Russian gallery. www.photosight.ru/photos/40033… Your'e an art thief. and my reply... apon12 1 hour ago  Professional Photographer And you are a really stupid person, I was the one who uploaded this photo in this Russian gallery you are talking about, still a member there and if wish to know this series of Ira's photos took pl