Suspended in Aquarelle

Suspended in Aquarelle Photography by Michael Critchley

For my wonderful wife Francine, for her faith and support in the work I create.

SUSPENDED IN AQUARELLE The design, photography and text in this book are Copyright Š 2009 by the author Michael Critchley.

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Photography: Michael Critchley Design: Michael Critchley Text: Francine Critchley Distributed by blurb.com

Aquarelle Dreaming.

I am man. Floating . Suspended in aquarelle.

S earching my inertia for my direction, but vision is blurred from my dream .

Or am I beast. That despised repulsed creature, without beauty or grace , no perfection .

T his has been my identity, cruelly given, cruelly lived.

I am descending into my aquarelle existence.

A ripple, an image.

C onsumed by the distortion of my weightlessness.

Beautiful is my world of aquarelle.

Sightless to the imperfection of my form.

S trike out and survive, muddy those tranquil waters with the energy of life reborn . L ive your life .

Thrash out and claim your dream. It’s yours .

My head above water now, my vision clears to see the stark reality .

A nd the need to cast my net wide.

T rawl through the muddied waters of existence, not hide.

I am woman.

F loating , suspended in aquarelle, weightless and without effort .

The dream of life is – just to be.

A s sirens in time of ancient sea, the storm in my soul consumes the me , not to trust in calm , and just be .

M y head above water now, my vision clears to see the stark reality , of me .

I am man. Floating . Suspended in aquarelle. Dreaming .

Without beauty or grace. No perfection

Consumed by the distortion of my weightlessness .

Strike out and survive, muddy those tranquil waters.

my vision clears to see the stark reality .

And the need to cast my net wide.

Trawl through the muddied waters of existence,

not hide .

T he dream of life is – just to be.

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kimono Kimono is about a whirlwind of movement and mystery,

illusive and teasing. Then in a breath of tranquility the mood changes to pensive expression, a gentleness and whispering in both the pose and the fragmentation of colour and artistic expression.

BLONDE Don’t let this music stop – this rhythm of a heartbeat.

I surrender to its pulse.

Vibrating all my senses in the giddiness of such sweet intoxication.

For I am loved.

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