|"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