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.





polaroid: michel comte