I am a blank canvas..
I exist for your desires, pleasures, needs, wants..
yet I fulfill more than
all of them.
I am unscripted..
existing only when you turn me on
moving me, undressing me.
What I do and how I feel is only a mirror of you..
of what you wish you could be
need to be
I scream inside a silent screen,
yet I only exist if you see me...
see me..see her
poem: Me :)
*I feel that this pic can be interpreted in many many different ways, and there are many layers that can be teased out based on the poem that accompanies it. I had the inspiration for this after working on some images, thinking about what art is, and how it exists, and whether art really holds any meaning unless there is a viewer to take it in. This led me to thinking about virtual art, and avatars and virtual worlds, and reality as a whole...So, many philosophical questions and this is my attempt at creating some kind of answer. I welcome your interpretations :)