biography
| "nisha sondhe" a poem by LaToya Jordan |
| from a darkroom in cleveland birthed an eye with a gift: it could hear the language of the world. in secret tongue the world whispered stories and the eye said yes, i will translate. land, waters, and creatures of the earth through her lens reveals strength in the calves of a dancer, beats in a musician’s hands, hope in the smile of a sick child. a kaleidoscope of grays in a pigeon’s wing or smog-coated skyline at dusk, clearer. depth of blues in the sea, rich fabric of a sari or cold eye of a fish, deeper. with camera as compass and guidance from other explorers, the eye has journeyed for over ten years to unravel mysteries, peel back layers to show us the core. look for yourself, draw the eye to you, see the eye in new york, speak to her in your secret language, she will tell your story. latoyalikestowrite.com polaroid: michel comte |
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