Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
— William Blake
🌌🦋💫🌙
#VisualPoetry#AIArt#Chiaroscuro
All that is transient
Is but a parable;
The insufficient
Here becomes event;
The indescribable
Here is accomplished;
The eternal feminine
Draws us upward.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
🍷🖤
#VisualPoetry#SacredBeauty
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
— William Blake
🌌🦋💫🌙
#VisualPoetry#AIArt#Chiaroscuro
・
Even if a zelkova tree wrote his phone number,
I would gaze his shipping tag drifting downriver.
— « Autumn Leaves »
・
ICYMI: I hope you all enjoy my poem as #microproject in 2018. #Poem#VisualPoetry#Photography#MissingCassette
Link ⬇️
New Light
A landscape of liquid light.
Colors drift, merge, separate, and return again. Gold, violet, red, and black form a language without words, where shape is constantly becoming something else. What appears solid dissolves, and what seems abstract begins to suggest life, movement, and memory.
The image exists somewhere between matter and light.
96690307_1
#NewLight#AbstractPhotography#LightArt#ColorStudy#ContemporaryPhotography#ExperimentalPhotography#VisualPoetry#lassetur