mirror in their eyes reflecting only distortions like so many lies the vision that they see must be of someone else, not me
by M. Nakazato LaFreniere poem and image done when I was in my twenties
mirrors break, oh well don’t care what they think they see I am what I am
by M. Nakazato LaFreniere written now
Back in my twenties, I used to worry about how people saw me especially since a lot of times it was different than I saw myself. Some people saw me and some people only saw what they wanted me to be or sometimes they saw what I wanted me to be but wasn’t yet. After awhile I realized it didn’t really matter.
I don’t care how others see me. How people see you has a lot more to do with their own needs and hangups than anything you do most of the time anyways. Some people are clear-sighted but they are a minority.
I don’t need to see myself or define myself. It’s simpler than that. I just am.
The photo is a print I did in a photo class back then with 3 negatives that I exposed separately.
Photo 1: me leaning against the mirror
Photo 2: a rose
Photo 3: the poem
I exposed them one at a time in the enlarger. There is a white thumb because like an idiot I was resting my hand against the paper carrier when I put in the mirror picture — duh! laughing. And you didn’t know if you had the exposures right until after you developed the picture so there were a few throwaways. Things are much easier now in Photoshop
forlorn in junkyard discovered, hauled to Tucson tools, love and rebirth
senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere
The murals (I haven’t shown you yet, lol) turns out to be in the backyard of the Old Pueblo Trolley, an operating transit museum. It’s free to visit and it’s amazing, filled with old buses, trolleys and even a couple of antique cars. They Continue reading Senryu : forlorn