Posts featuring photographer Emma Tempest

Submerge to See Truth of Me... Art of Underwater Poetry

Submerged To See The Truth of Me ~ My Body Transferring Tranquility ~ What I Am Is the Who I Will Be ~ Words Moving through the Mind like Poetry. There is No Beginning… There is No End… There is Only The Transfer of Time… With Which We Can Transcend.


I will match my ear

with a lyrical tongue

with things thought out

and things undone

I’ll search in vain


Her Limbs Move Like a Melody Whispering in the Winds

Jennae Quisenberry by Emma Tempest for 10 Magazine March 2018.

Never beginning never ending her limbs are like a melody whispering in the winds. This is a story that captures that ever elusive time period that lingers between seasons. Balletic in stature poetic in pose. Every motion is utterly organic, as her body bends with the breeze, never forcing movement or fleeing from nature. She is one …

Toni Garrn Plays Volcano Like a Concerto of Decadent Dreams

Toni Garrn becomes one with the sun, “Au-Dessous Du Volcan” by Emma TempestL’Express Styles, February 2016. Fire hits her feets as Garrn grips the ground, walking in silence the wind is her sound. It plays like a piece from the concerto of dreams, carrying her up for a fait accompli. Turning cries of silence into sadness that screams, Toni gives herself over longing to b…