I couldn’t sleep last night… various reasons. And when you can’t sleep, your imagination starts taking flips in the air… you know, plunges, jumps round and round, flies even. It’s usually around the things that’d touched you or the people you’ve resonated with somehow. Or both.
Tony’s photography belongs to an art gallery. At least this is how I pictured it. So shhh… we’re entering now.
“Where were you?! I was looking all over for you… “
“Look. Do you think there will be someone who will ever carry you in their memories in this way? I mean, take you for a walk in a park like this, sit beside you… read to you out loud that one paragraph that makes all the sense in the world you’ve never been able to put into words yourself? Look back to all the good things and the bad things you’ve shared together… “
“Well… wouldn’t you remember me like this, darling?!”
They both smile… and look into each others eyes for about 30 seconds. She couldn’t answer that question. Or maybe the reality of loosing someone so loved, was something too hard to be conceived.
They walk on by, eventually, walk out of the gallery. It’s a sunny day today. He takes her by the hand; she’s still holding the flowers she had picked a few hours before…
Some of Tony Gigov’s photography belongs to an art gallery. Wouldn’t you agree?