Four different faces. Strangers. Looking for something. Staring at something. Something that may have eluded them for so long. Yet still waiting and hoping. Waiting as they soak up in the agonizing pain of the here and now. This is their reality. This is my reality. Our all- encompassing reality. I am a stranger. Waiting. Hoping.
We're uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love. The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we're uncool.
3 comments:
Four really old guys, hehe. I wonder what their average waistline is? :D
32-34,low waist
Hi... thanks for the comment on my photo on waiting for the muse. Looks like this could become a series of waiting photos!
Ann
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