there is something to be
said about sunlight
on a laundry cart
it's shadow on a pink
wall aside a painting
resting in the wings
amidst the dust and fur
the tennis ball resembles
a crescent moon.
the sun
minutes later
the way it is...
Saturday, August 4, 2007
a crescent moon
about Wendaferd
I was born to a carpenter and an artist/activist/homemaker in Indiana, right smack-dab in the middle of the middle class and white America. I am number 7 of 8. On a really good day my mother called me Wendaferd. I am an artist and the founder of SUGAR.
My photographs explain what I am thinking. The image becomes a drawing of my conclusions. Within the captured moment lie my notions and opinions about the world I live. Cropping happens in the lens, eliminating unnecessary words, while enriching others that remain within the frame. I trust my instincts and intuitions as if they were logic.
Gwendolyn Charlene Skaggs