Poem: katalin pusztaszeri
PRESENT
The channels of good old sense has been clogged up by mind-dust...so as my clairvoyance
I have been waiting for damnation for awhile
I am dancing barefoot on sad blue crystalline slivers wrenched out from my iris...brittle crushed ice-flowered windows in heaven
My eyesight is an endless chaotic spider-web in crimson, but I still own a vision!
I am a fakir, I don't have fantasies,
I don't dream about soft fairy angel wings anymore,
The sharp edges of borders have been slipping on each other for a long time.
about the writer and photographer: katalin pusztaszeri
Katalin Pusztaszeri is an art professional and photographer living in Budapest, Hungary. She started taking photographs in 2013, as a part of her recovery from a spinal cord surgery. In the beginning, she used photography as neuro-feedback to alter her attention from pain and anxiety. She realized that by means of creation, she has been able to release all of the suppressed and latent feelings she felt were clogged in her body throughout the years. At this point, creating pictures has become an urgent and utmost need to convey her thoughts and ideas toward the outside world.
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