Locks - Tumblr Posts
A door to a railroad car repair shop, long since demolished.
One summer I had a man hire me to go around and take images of town that he could then use to make into postcards. This, with many more like it, was one of the ones I submitted. It was not what he was looking for. It was too artsy for him and he abandoned the project. At least he let me keep the photos.
I loved this door. All the textures and colors mashed together in the unlikely location of a rail yard. I miss these doors.
Love Locks fence
Prescott, AZ
A beautiful assortment of locks featuring intials, whole names, dates -- coming in all shapes and colors; some vintage and others more modern-looking.
So much love in the world. And a thousand ways to express it.
I pray that all of these have a happy ending.
Locks are a symbol of security, or rather insecurity, in any case they create two worlds, the world of the inside and the world of the outside, where the outside world is hopefully less dangerous than the inside world in which we lock ourselves up and shut ourselves away.
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To open a door is to enter a space of which you never know what it contains, but mostly it is just a space to live in, where something happens that really does something to us.
Experience is the only thing that time can take away from us.
Locks are for protection, but I am really anyone who is in need of protection.
Isn't it the life that we should not protect ourselves from in the end, so that it can happen?
Incidentally, we also don't believe in scoring in doors to whatever defence.
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Shrow'em back Friday. Pre Modern Era Meta Sapient, from 2001 When I was at beginning of my vector illustration journey created in #Illustrator8 and a supplemental program by Adobe called Streamline used to convert the hand drawn sketch into outlines. #microphone #mc #hiphop #ilustracíon #illustration #robot #locks #fembot
LOCKS
We all have things
To hide
Lodged deep in our
Dark matter brains
Behind
A door with 1000 locks
To which only we
Hold the keys
Can’t let anyone lay eyes
On it, lest you have to
Gouge them out
Steal their sight
Their eyes too
Along with their tongue
Bloody
Don’t want them
Blabbing our
Big dark secrets
To the world
They would see
Everything so wrong
Just wanting people to
Understand
Tired of hiding
Hands weak and hurting
From locking
These locks
