
I saw you in the front cover of a magazine
and wondered who you are
Your photographer’s name is mentioned
in an article signed with its author’s name
Your photo is there
the camera’s brand
the lens
aperture
light conditions
all is clearly detailed
You remain nameless
unmentioned
anonymous
& yet so intriguing
Who are you?
Why do you cover your mouth?
What do you hide?
Your eyes have a secret
obvious & vague
I decide to forget you
I do somehow
weeks
maybe months
Until I see you again
in that empty land
walking without hesitation
with a sparkle in your eyes
You are not scared
maybe concerned or simply happy
Your hands still cover your mouth
Is there a smile behind?
A word that won’t be expressed?
Are you whispering a wish?
Is there something in your hands?
You intrigue me
make me wonder
I have to draw you
solve the mystery
by deconstructing a moment frozen in a photo
extract its contrasts
place strokes simple lines
of carbon on paper
black and white
I frame the drawing
place it somewhere in my living room
forget about you
Until I see you again
Who are you?
You remain nameless
Are you whispering a wish?
Your eyes have a secret
You intrigue me
I wonder why …
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVIII-II-MMXV
I-III-MMXV
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ha. sounds like a pretty intriguing picture…and there is certainly a story there..
reminds me of the many people i come in contact with…ones i make up stories for
because i dont know theirs yet…they stick with me though…
Yeah! sometimes someone or something makes an impression on us that maybe says more about us than the object of our attention.
Such a lovely sketch ~ She is intriguing & surely she has a story to tell, I can imagine ~
Thanks for sharing ~
Such a fantastic sketch and poem. It is so true how and sitter, subject, focus of interest gets lost in the glory of someone else. Your poem reminds us that it is the unnamed, the misunderstood, and the silent that should be the most unforgettable. Cheers!
Interesting how sometimes an anonymous photo will catch our attention more than others. Your poem made me think of the crying little girl under the napalm attack during the Vietnam war.
I like your sketch and your poem…you captured the kind of feeling a person gets sometime, the kind of feeling that gnaws at a person until they do something with it. And you did something rewarding with it, even though you may never know who the person really is.
quite mysterious ~
I love how the mystery of who it is on the photo is the mystery when everything else seem to be known. Sometimes a picture can be stuck like this, I love that you captured it in a drawing too.
i thought that framing and then forgetting was very poignant and symbolic
in state, faithful lying
that is a cool drawing – and it makes me curious for her story as well… sometimes people fascinate us and we dunno why exactly…i can understand your wish to find out – to draw her – to understand what it is..
A bit like the Mona Lisa, it seems. A nice story, well told.
That anonymous image seems benign, which is good since it punctuates our lives. Your poem reminded me of Virginia Woolf saying “Anonymous was a woman.” And then, of course, we get the more maligned nameless. But lets not go there today. Fine fine poem.
can you contact the photographer and ask?
it would be good if the people were given the same recognition
Interesting how an image can so intrigue for so long. It is indeed mysterious and ambiguous.
Amazing poem. I love it so much.
¡Muchas gracias!