Born Broken.

Born Broken.

16/2/22

This photograph is based on a TV. What it’s like to watch the TV at night time and feel the light’s atmosphere. This is destruction of the figure, in a portrait. The vignette capturing of the TV aspect, resembles destruction. This is how I feel within.

When I think of my wife I imagine the towel patched in blood, I always think of her head developing the words... 

I'm a lost letter. Distilled water, that bleeds and forms, shines and glides construction. Roll away the apple. Blowing out the candle. Express. Throw a knife across the floor, Find a new identity, new me.

I used a Canon EOS 2000D to photograph this. I used a slow shutter speed to capture this. I then applied paint on top of the photograph and I applied the colour wheel to create this "destruction" for the background. I was trying to create this wishful world in the background where you would find, that was my exposure. I found that through a reality of thought and expression we explore and through the understanding together there's an aspect of love. Where you form and find. That's why colour is applied in a basic format. This is our formula. I wanted to utilise that aspect further to create a TV and wish you away.

My trauma was sharing. This is how we feel our surroundings, This is where we feel our love. Why can't we accept flowers in our hair? Do you want that? What are your findings? If only we believe.

What are you thinking? The empathy's this you might never allow. I forged this... "Love does that mean nothing to you." Blood dripping. Heaven and earth. I'm gonna fall for you. Empty to you. I could try. Nothing was ahead of us… Findings.

Go on, go on, when I close my eyes I feel inside. Believe in a heart like it means you can believe… 

“If it means we believe.” Just know it’s out of love… we break from prisons, bloodlust phantoms, we trust. Pulling us out of fire. Hey, don't stop writing. The signals are a mess. When I'm near you. And I struggle… I need you! I'm in a crisis. It's a break. Bloodlust dreams. Assorted backgrounds. The figure appears. 

This forms the day. And we have them… findings... From getting about. Segmented film. In colour that forms us to see the alternate motion. Hatred.

You have anchored the hate in me. Stay with me because it’s only a feeling that says love. There’s another moment where we find, and it becomes yours. You rip the heart out, you rip the heart out. 

How does it feel?

It can be romantic in Hawick… Things come in twos they say. I dunno if a book could say enough for you. If only we believe. They said you're up the Millers. I saw you pass here and there. It's a different field I relate to. And I wanna show you. You gotta be safe. I’m in the great unknown and I'm bound.

Let's look at the sun. Have you heard about these little things? 

Mind is your matter. It feels like we're throwing our sayings away like "How the good die young." I’m a broken home. Armies would hesitate for you. Don’t wait. I heard. "She's up the Millers."

I’d think you’d put me in my place. Sometimes it can be bad. I wouldn't hesitate.

White light that defines us and forms the story. If only we believe. Self destruction. Am I worth it?

I was born broken.

Arran Storey.

Storey Art.

16/2/22

       Digital Photograph.

       Framed.

       Dimensions.

       10 x 8