Some of my more conceptual projects inspire written companion pieces; with that said… I offer this:

THE EYE

What is the dimensional difference that we’ve chosen to be measured by fictional witnesses?

Industry High-rise sized guides like business conference lanyards

Self-induced sequin couture loops/ looped, noose-like around drooped, goose-like necks

Next…suffocating the seventy percent …though left with a breath eye consider it death.

Causing every opinion to be one /brainwashed, rung out, hung out

and dehydrated in the rigid silhouette of the truth arranged by some others summation of their summer’s sun.

Hung high in disguise right in plain sight within Neapolitan chocolate strawberry and vanilla skies.

What is beauty to you?

Is it skin deep? Just a few layers above the soul? Dependent upon an aesthetic sight unseen but foretold?

Is it visible to the naked eye or hidden beneath the surfaces, given an artistic license yet deprived for commercial purposes?

That’s partly why we pull, push, and paint flesh in order to remedy societal threats

But we all possess an eye, it’s simply the interpretation of the vision that’s different.

So disqualify me not if my neck show no signs

of the same taut sequin couture looped lines that by yours may be reddish-ly defined.

Don’t consider me ineligible when the glow of my skin indicates proof of life.

Through my eye the truths and lies of life are beautiful,

whether the suppression of a button snatches your soul or immortalizes an idea of an even better one.

My vision remains both equal and valid even when my views don’t lie parallel with the larger proportion.

Defining then re-defining beauty beyond the confines of conformity, improper fractions of improper portions.

The sameness of sights and divisions of visions have no meaning without one another.

So your eye or mine whether clairvoyant or blind will always tell different parts of the same story

One of certainty and one of wonder.

“The Eye”