Jun 24, 2017


Grounding like an earth-bound weight, the bell swings and the lace falls. It frays and I feel what you feel in that moment. Things slow, they become clearer with the heaviness of your joints, moving through space swinging and hinged, both free and attached. They move you and you move them. The air gives some resistance, it holds energy- thick and hot. Light above ground, the desert is calling. The sea spray is a mist- a storm is coming. In the shadow of the cloud, I care little for what is real and only for what could be.

Anna Ewers by Ryan McGinley for Stern Mode Magazine

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