Avant-Garde Art – Amber Isabel

Posted Feb 15, 2011

Amber Isabel Photography – Trendland.net

The Sands of time move through me and around me, comfort and control me.  They stifle and suffocate the reality of my now.  In the moments of my life the grains fall on me like rain, a morbid reminder of my insignificance and faint existence.  I shake them off like beads of shame, I melt with them and secretly hope to converge.  The tiny jagged pieces embed in my eyes & ears, implant themselves under my fingernails and find open cracks in my skin to crawl inside and live.  I think at once I am these grains, made up of nothing more than my own tortured attention to the details of sand.