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Le vent du coeurI pretend
the pulse of rain
is a lullaby —

when I say your name
it feels like
thunder in my lungs

— and the howling wind,
sometimes,
sings me to sleep.

Let's Call This the BeginningHe turned back towards me and held out his hand. I reached forward, watching his chest rise and fall underneath his shirt. I imagined his lungs were full of wind; there was a storm hidden behind his teeth and we were going to run away together to fly kites and watch the clouds chase the sun across the horizon. Our fingers touched and my imagination raced; we were holding hands at midnight in the city, climbing rooftops and racing shooting stars across the empty streets. He closed his hand around mine and our shoulders brushed.

That's when I realized I was lonely.

It became one of the many things I avoid telling people. Like sometimes I have

Wishing for Something"I wish we could be together."
"Yeah," he says, "I wish a lot of things."

In the silence, he realizes that he's terrified of her. Of what she might mean. There's so much that he could tell her, but the words he longs to speak stick in his throat, leaving him breathless.

She smiles, golden in the sunset, and blows on a dying dandelion. The gossamer seeds fly away as she looks at him tightly and tilts her head towards him. Looking at the faint curve of her lips, he knows exactly what she wished for.

Oh long-lost boy, this is the moment you always wanted, the moment you hoped would never come.

He kisses her, because what else is he suppose

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Don't cry for meby =jonathoncomfortreed

Photography / Still Life / Other

Project 52, week 23
^{[my theme]}
The song: The Procession (listen to it on YouTube here)
The lyrics:

The procession went smoothly, the lights low and dim.
I raised my clear glass and I toast times to heaven,
But you're not the same love that I used to know.
Well, I'll break this guitar and board up these windows.
Just make sure they know that I won't return.

With my bloody lips, and your broken arms,
We'll turn into one and we'll sing the same song.
With my sinking feet and your heavy heart,
No don't you start. no don't you start this again.

This house screams of memories and half-written songs,
With the chance of completion depending on love.
This disconnected phone, well, it is seldom to speak.
Although, when it does it's so harsh and complete.

The inspiration: The inspiration for this picture was definitely the mask. I've had it sitting on my dresser for weeks – I found it while helping clean one of my school drama rooms at the end of the year and asked if I could keep it, thinking that I could definitely use it in a photoshoot some time in the future. Yeah, well, I did. Just a couple months in the future. See, I knew that I could create something artistic and wonderful with the mask, but I couldn't decide what. And I was scared of ruining the mask in a not-so-good shoot (it was already broken) and then having no mask whatsoever. I couldn't decide whether to wear it, write on it, smash it, burn it, etc. See how many possibilities there are? It was like having a free pie coupon and then having to choose which flavour (

kind of like that).

My mother has been making me clean my room quite thoroughly since I'm moving out in a bit more than a month, and having a broken mask eternally inhabiting my already crowded and messy dresser top didn't really look like I was doing much cleaning at all. So last night I decided to use this mask once and for all.

I've always imagined some sort of wedding shot when I listen to this song, so I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't hold out and find a way to incorporate that. But I like how it fits with what I've created here, and it was certainly very inspiring when I was desperately trying to decide how to use the mask. The line, "break this guitar" uh, inspired me to go get my guitar and play around with different setups and such. And then the rest of the verses just kind of guided this melancholy still of broken love and unspoken emotions and abandoned feelings. The references to half-written songs and that really put this through.

Oh, before I forget, the teardrop that I drew on isn't really original. I got the idea from a play at my school called The Red Death: A Madness Within – it's an adaptation of a short story by Edgar Allen Poe. Anyway, the play was stunning, highly stylized and artistic and each of the characters had a little symbol under their right eye.

I was in awe.

The technique: Well it was around midnight when I actually got started.

The first thing I did after moving all of my living room furniture

was carefully draw on the tear drop. Then I went and got my guitar, turned all the tuning dials so they were parallel to the neck of the guitar (and damn was my guitar hard to tune this morning), polished them a bit (see, I thought I was going to do a more zoomed out shot), and leaned the guitar against the wall. Then I put the mask on, and after deliberating a bit, went and found a flower to add more colour. It took several different angles and repositioning until I got the shot I wanted. The ISO was a pain but it worked out all right.

I finished the photoshoot last night, spent a great deal of time editing it and then just as I was about to post it, decided that I wasn't happy with the editing and that I should retackle it in the morning. So then today I spent even more time redoing the edit. Still not sure if I'm happy with it or not, but it's better than it was.

Cheers.

> View all of my Project 52 submissions.

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~DandiX Apr 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

It is a beautiful work, just for a beautiful song.

=jonathoncomfortreed Jun 16, 2012 Student Photographer

Awh, thanks.

~cherrichan13 Jul 22, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

This one is so different than your usual style.

But in a good way. I think the cracks in the mask say a lot.

=jonathoncomfortreed Jul 24, 2011 Student Photographer

Well I'm not sure whether or not I like it.
What makes you say it's different?

~WanderingHere Jul 19, 2011

_{i hate the mask. but all in all, it's quite a lovely photo. you brought some symmetry into three random objects.}

~marikob-k Jul 13, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Sarah is not going to be pleased about this picture

But I am. It's lovely. It's kind of edgy and creepy and different from the other pieces, and that fits the rougher, more electric tones of the song. The thought you put into each aspect blows my mind.

!chiaraerre Jul 13, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

I love this photo. It's nice!

=jonathoncomfortreed Jul 19, 2011 Student Photographer

Thank you.

!chiaraerre Jul 20, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

You're welcome

=jonathoncomfortreed Jul 20, 2011 Student Photographer

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