Sample poem from Feel Everything!

Gertrude Käsebier tells me her process. The how of it was explained: the dark room is a womb, the developing liquid amniotic fluid. The wait as the image appears is as lengthy as the time it takes to grow a foetus and birth it. An intake of breath, the long pause, then always, the delight at this new picture that didn’t exist a second before. Revelation. Even if it is blurred, or the subject didn’t place themselves just so— the coming disappointment of the failed portrait follows the shudder of the nascent thrill.