Dear Reader,
I write with minimal hope. I also write with a desire to entertain gestures of love — even if none are found.
The prisoner of war (is what we have all become). I’ve sought out images depicting captives in the hands of their captors (the ones pictured above are from the 1967 Arab-Israeli War) for an ongoing project of subversion; to gain in the contest of representation, to deliver the reverse of bellicosity, to charge these moments with an intimate discourse.
Yours indefinitely,
Captive Lover
