© 2011 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
I have hidden inside a sea shell
but forgotten in which.
Now daily I dive,
filtering the sea through my fingers, to find myself.
Sometimes I think
a giant fish has swallowed me.
Looking for it everywhere I want to make sure
it will get me completely.
The sea-bed attracts me, and
I’m repelled by millions
of sea shells that all look alike.
Help, I am one of them.
If only I knew, which.
How often I’ve gone straight up
to one of them, saying: That’s me.
Only, when I prised it open
it was empty.
~ Marin Sorescu, The Sea Shell
Digital oils taken from an original photograph shot in Fairfield, Connecticut, September 2003.
Tech specs: Photoshop, Filter Forge, Virtual Artist
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