Ars Photographica
The Suffering of Light (Alex Webb)
for the suffering of light
to be caught in a moment in time
it must first be chased through the passage of time.
(I have been running
searching, seeking
now that I have found you, I must
immortalize you; i must
romanticize you -
I must hold you captive
I swallowed your golden ambrosia -
Pray tell me, whereβs your light?
wasnβt it here a second ago?-)
only once my diaphragm tightens
and my lungs struggle to swell
should my fingers find the shutter
to bid haram farewell.
(nothing is forbidden, my muse - I must fetishize you)
Bombay,
with your lingering cyan hues
mineral scented embroidery
caramel-sweat fisheries
you are over-saturated with colour in all its post-colonial blues.
light itself cannot fathom which
element of your palette
it should rest itself on -
and so it bounces and bounces
(searching, seeking)
and so i chase after it
trying to compose your character
trying to capture its suffering.
