….I bought this guitar for $1200 in Colorado 7-8 years ago. It broke last year,somewhere in Brooklyn. The instrument that I went on my first and only tour with was broke.
Before photography I played music
I brought the guitar with me on the plane, without a case, held it like a baseball bat. I was out for redemption. Redemption of my Broken Guitar.
Thrown into the color turquoise. I watched you attempt to float, get taken under by waves and through my broken guitar I saw flowers, wild branches and clouds. I found you a bed to rest
I wanted to make beauty out of broken and take you from sound to sight
