“Everything had changed suddenly- the tone, the moral climate; you didn’t know what to think, whom to listen to. As if all your life you had been led by the hand like a small child and suddenly you were on your own, you had to learn to walk by yourself. There was no one around, neither family nor people whose judgment you respected.
At such a time you felt the need of committing yourself to something absolute- life or truth or beauty- of being ruled by it in place of the man made rules you had discarded. You needed to surrender to some such ultimate purpose more fully, more unreservedly than you had ever done in the old familiar, peaceful days, in the old life that was now abolished and gone for good.”
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Ashkan Honarvar - Faces, 2009 - pen on photograph
“Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. It occurs in places you least expect, revealing its art in the human body, but also cruelly absent in the presence of deformation and scars. Honarvar depicts an undeniable, unavoidable beauty by accepting the darker sides of human nature.”
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Meanwhile, in the not-too-distant future…
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The liquid engineers left the pool
heater on too long, and at night, chlorine vapors
rose above the plant life of the planet, and I
imagined my flesh
being inside the pool, being warm, and protected, feeling
gravity, but able to mock it as I floated. Would
you float with me now, if I asked you, would you jump in the
pool and not even bother to strip? Could I strip you
down, remove your clothing and we would fall inside the
water together?
It scares me.
I don’t want to lose you. I can’t imagine ever feeling this
strongly about anything or anybody ever again.
This was unexpected, my
soul’s connection to you.
You stole my loneliness
No one knows that I was wishing for you, a thief, to enter my
house of autonomy, that I had locked my doors but my
Windows were open, hoping, but not believing you
would enter.
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