Shadow on the Wall by Adrian Senn
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
We Ran Out of Language
I keep seeing faces in the shadows that play on the walls
abstract and sometimes quite defined
portraits etched in time, hidden in
plain sight and passed out
and left to dry
(on the walls and floors)
offering a condensed glimpse of frozen lifetimes
that shift fluidly between yesterday
and tomorrow
Her Two Cents
Looking at the shadows on the wall, swaying branches of the trees, clouds gathering in the sky. What do you see? Shapes and objects, people and places, yesterday, today, tomorrow. Are you filled with hope, inspired, and afraid? Your eyes look to a far away place and a tear escapes, slowly meandering down the landscape of your cheek. I close my eyes but the imprint remains.
