Marisa D. Aceves. Violet Orchid Love. digital photography. 2015.
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Violet folds gather together. Their grace is evident, though the affair is brief. They are not like the rest of us, surrendering their beauty to foreseen frailties. That is the advantage of being plastic and soulless, having no light but giving the appearance of life. Not content to blossom in their time, they chose to remain vicious pretenders. Stealing love from those that weep in darkness, their faces will meet the dust of succeeding ages. All false gods die not to a celebratory march, but instead to the convenient and constant failing of memory.
This photo was taken from an object that we bought to decorate my mother’s room. The price was right. She loved it. We bought it. She is such a fan of purple. Every time I see the color, I think of her and her contribution to our lives. The lighting was dim, but I was able to shoot a couple of photographs that I felt best illustrated the theme that this object brought to mind. Several times in our lives, we are saddened by the fact that we do not appear to have what society tell us that we need to have in order to be considered worthy. Some people appear to “have it all”, but appearances are not always reality. Sometimes a beautiful face hides great evil. What does this object remind you of?
