#2 Erwin Blumenfeld, Dancer Chaja Goldstein (1932)
by Allison H.
Her shadow levitated her flesh.
Her face faded to where the darkness crawled back up.
Her hair danced slowly and burned within cold air.
She was held hostage by the evidence of her own existence.
I think shadows always inspire me a lot. They lead me to feel something very special, something abstract and strong in emotions. I don’t know how she felt when this photograph was taken, but all I sense is the suffocation caused by the heavy shadow that seems to take her away little by little, and I love it.