BLACKOUT POETRY PROJECT
The "Blackout Poetry Project" is a fine art landscape project that intensifies the expression of feelings and ideas by extinguishing light in the sky and combining imagery with poetry. Each image in this series is carefully crafted in composition and subject to represent the accompanying poetry. However, like the poetry within this project, the photography can evoke emotion together or act as stand-alone pieces.
Never fall in love with someone who lives at the end of a dirt road. They’ll do nothing but use you and bleed your heart dry like a vampire. It’s something about the dirt; it fills their heart and makes their soul so dirty that even the devil would cry. © A.W. Owens, "Dirt Road Vampires".
On the days when I feel like I'm drowning, I'm walking on dry land. Where I feel lonely, I'm surrounded by people. When I feel like I'm dying, I'm alive. I'm still here. © A.W. Owens, "Where I feel lonely".
I have ridden down long, hallowed roads leading to truck stops, rest stops, mountains, lakes, restaurants, fast food, gasoline, doctor appointments, emergency room visits, and more. Roads that felt as if they led somewhere or towards something more. Places unknown, places seen. Roads leading to places I have wanted to go and places I have not. Those long, hallowed roads past places you miss and the people you miss seeing. Roads leading north, south, east, and west. In time, those roads might be in a different place, and you might be in a different place, but there's something about those long, hallowed roads that will always lead me home. © A.W. Owens, "Long Hallowed Roads".
And suddenly, as if in some screwed-up dream, there are things you wish you didn’t know about the people you thought you knew. © A.W. Owens, "And Suddenly”.
I don’t know if you ever truly understood how hard it was for me to drive straight ahead instead of turning onto the road that would have always led me to you. © A.W. Owens "The Drive".
The road home should always be something like this. Somewhere quiet with wide open spaces. © A.W. Owens "The Road Home".
If I could, I’d follow the winter across the world. I would happily say goodbye to the people of spring and those strangers of summer. I’d give them all up for mountain tops covered with snow. Following the cold, bags packed, a smile on my face. © A.W. Owens "Follow the Winter".
Standing tall amidst the ever-expanding darkness. The twinkling starlight of the heavens illuminated the night. It is the kind of night that engulfs you, as many people have felt before. A light in the church's stained glass windows acts like a far-off lighthouse that guides me home from the dark and dangerous seas of life. The church is a beacon of hope standing against a stained and shadow-covered world. But as I approach, I fear that I may burst into flames. The darkness has become oddly comforting, and the light of the church burns too brightly. © A.W. Owens "Beacon Of Hope"
There are mountains, Fresh air, Old churches from the 1800’s, Still standing, White lines, Yellow lines, Tall grass, Horse shit on the side of the road, Old wooden fence posts where birds sit singing to no one, Older men and pickup trucks, Sitting around talking about nothing important, How do you do? They say to each other, Cows that stare, Mom-and-Pop shops with deli’s and donuts, There are signs of the old America here, Signs of the old American dream, Lost from sight, Out here on the back roads.. © A.W. Owens "Back Roads"
I wrote a letter. It said only “Hi.” Nothing else needed to be said, and nothing else seemed appropriate. All that was left was “Hi.” © A.W. Owens "Hi".
One of my biggest challenges is feeling alone when surrounded by others. Trying not to feel drowned when I’m simply standing on the dock. Trying not to feel dead while I’m alive. © A.W. Owens "I'm Still Here".