My eye keeps finding more images for my Ghost Women series. This time, on the walls along the streets and alleyways of Barcelona. (See more of this portfolio, along with an explanation, under the Galleries tab above.)
In this photograph of some urban graffiti and poster advert detritus, I was seeing two couples–but their relationships are quite different. Perhaps one couple (upper) has managed to find accommodation and contentedness while the other (lower) is dealing with resentment, fear, perhaps even abuse?
Can you see the face of self-destruction in this next photograph? Torn and disfigured…disappearing…perhaps due to unspeakable childhood traumas…the disintegrating effects of an addiction, maybe…
Apparently comfortable, happy and healthy in their own skins in this urban space–what are their 3000 personal stories?
All I want is respect…dignity…you know, all those standard human rights we all ought to enjoy…
High voltage 69…authorized personnel only…
In a bar…on the street…a furtive glance. But who is he, really? Perhaps just a mere phantom of her own personal opera?
Is she in pursuit of a life-saving superhero? Ah, but superheroes are often distracted, with other, grander (!?), things on their minds. Or maybe they just want to go out alone on the balcony for a pensive smoke now and then…
And, finally, we have Leonardo’s reflective Mona Lisa selling Louis Vuitton handbags. I wonder what da Vinci would think of that? Would Lisa del Giocondo approve? And who were the Madmen/women who came up with this mad marketing campaign, anyway?
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Some of these seem so harsh. Maybe that is true life?
Not for everyone, of course. But for some, yes, it is true life.