Poems, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
William, das ist ein ganz, ganz tolles Bild von dir!!!
Thank you, Florian!
Alone with your thoughts, is how I see you in this self portrait. You could never be really alone, William. You are cared about by many friends, and loved by your family. But, one does need to be alone in one's thoughts every now, and then.Love this photo~~~
So handsome, William..A painter should make a portrait of yours and make you immortal!
Thanks, Jan. And of course there’s a big difference between loneliness and being alone. I’ve always loved being alone and spending time alone. More often than not, I’m even alone in a crowded room.Monika, so kind. As you will see here, several of our friends have already given the subject more attention than it deserves.
You're lookin' good, kid!
You look like Jesus with glasses...had he lived as long. Yes, of course I've actually seen him in person. No, he's not as stern as some make him out to be. Got quite a sense of humor actually. Yes, the wine was wonderful.In all seriousness...that should be framed William. I love it.
And you are a good kid, er, Vassilis!Annie, next you’ll be saying Jesus wore contacts. And if you say it, it’s good enough for me. But let me make this one correction: the wine is wonderful. In all seriousness... thank you.
Such a wonderful portrait of solitude so resolute and strong. Thank You.
That is a great shot...
And I thank you, Jim, for seeing what you do.Glad you like it, Brad. Thanks.
I said you once but i repeat, you´re a great model. I´d like to take some pictures of you one day. There´s poetry in your face.Hugs from Brasil.
Dear Crissant, what a pleasure that would be — more for me, I’m sure, than you. A lovely thought from a lovely person. Thank you.
Such a fine portrait; the blue reminiscent of the patina of a classical bronze statue by the likes of Rodin. Sturdy, thoughtful and timeless...
Stickup, thanks very, very much. Impulse, mood, and probably countless other things I’ll never know — the image arrived much as a poem. Which is to say, to a great extent beyond my control. Perpetrator, subject, and witness all in one. I’m honored that you like the result.
So much is revealed in the light, the angle of your face, and of course, the gaze and glasses. Rembrandt comes to mind, or the photographer Julia Margaret Cameron. Evocative and beautiful.
A poem in picture.
i know that feeling William (or perhaps i don't)....it kind of feels bigger and more comfortable inside your head than the outside world and you're safe in there.
Painted with camera in a blue moment? Like it!
Paul, the only word I can add to your beautiful and kind description is lucky — lucky in this, lucky in friends. Thank you.Terresa, poet that you are, I’m pleased you see it that way.Rahina, you do know that feeling.Thank you, Rudhi! Like a brush, the camera is still clumsy in my hands. It looks at me then tries to get away. “What are you doing?” it says. “You’re not a photographer.” But this time I was smart: I picked it up when it was taking a nap, and was done before it was fully awake.
William, I hear the same words from my camera every time I approach it with obvious intent! Some of my best images have been captured thanks to an element of surprise, and half-sleep. But that's just between us. This is a great one, own it and be proud.
Oh, I own it alright. I did use the word perpetrator a bit ago. I’m willing to take responsibility and face the consequences.At the same time, Gabriella, it’s interesting, isn’t it, how these things come into being — as if when they’re ready and mostly or even fully formed, they tap you on the shoulder and demand your attention, or lead you on with a seductive smile.
did i say nothing? no, i didn't, did i?xoerin
Erin, it doesn’t seem that way to me at all.
Wow this is a great photo of you William. I see more colors of you now. darker colors and i love it.....
Thank you, Monica.....
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