by Alex Pullen | Dec 18, 2013 | India, Photography, The Grotto, The Kashmir Analogs
In India they say, the God that brought life into the world was himself, born in Leh… The first thing God saw when he opened his eyes, was the sky… Henceforth, the god tried and tried to create things in the world as blue as the sky, but never could. It seems his...
by Alex Pullen | Dec 18, 2013 | writing
They say an Artist’s role in life, is to hold a mirror up to society. Others say Art, is a hammer with which, we smash the mirror itself… I stand in a room full of mirrors, holding a hammer… Shall I wield it? Or ditch it, and find a more subtle...
by Alex Pullen | Nov 11, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
– Journals – Stacks of journals on the floor. Piles of pages of insight. Filtering back through time. searching… finding old threads and grasping. Reliving the passion and dusty emotions. Turning more pages, back deeper and deeper. Crawling into the...
by Alex Pullen | Nov 7, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
With no one else present I relate to the Self. Full-brimming with emotional solvents I dissolve all thats left. Riding no-hands smiling beneath a clipped crescent moon… With so much room, so much room beneath myself and above the sky so black and bluely true....
by Alex Pullen | Oct 9, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
Patience is the science of peace. I stand here writing a love poem to the world, on the street corner of a grocery store. Watching the cars drive by, sweeping leaves away from the sliding glass door. Inside I feel the lights, the hours, the familiar faces… I...
