![1.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/23vsLbz5nLTGjHX9NRLmy1131pXEUbqDRfkvfe8GVXA5p9NwHEABJbzt9ipFKr5NtBjko.JPG) ____ *yellow dress and uneven brushstrokes her hair fell in straight waterfalls ending up in a river of delusions yellow dress and stochastic movements colour the evening night as she seduces even the poetic words that fell from my lips yellow dress and naked paint cover the canvas on which she lay herself for everyone to look at* ____ # An Ode to the Girl Who I Could Never Write ____ [Girl](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-fe7aa2b6a17a6) | [Girl I](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/the-girl-i-could-not) | [Girl II](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl) | [Girl III](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-47e4cc09e5b95) | [Girl IV](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-5a71f00430dea) | [Girl V](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-d5d988248b7bd) | [Girl VI](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-7c5b0398791c1) | [Girl VII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-471f274401e5a) | [Girl VIII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-0391162220c46) | [Girl IX](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-8a22ec287a374) | [Girl X](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-df1bfec865184) | [Girl XI](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-0a0f6c4c0e882) | [Girl XII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-c02a7b57727a6) | [Girl XIII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-who-i-could-never-write-part-thirteen-art-galleries-and-leaves) | [Girl XIV](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-who-i-could-never-write-part-fourteen-floating-about-at-the-beach) | [Girl XV](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-ode-to-the-girl-who-i-could-never-write-part-fifteen-suddenly-a-beanie) | [Girl XVI](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/autumn-leaves) | [Girl XVII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/an-orange-afternoon) | [Girl XVIII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/a-girl-and-her-macarons) | [Girl XIX](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/stuck-in-a-familiar-place) | [Girl XX](https://peakd.com/@fermentedphil/dare-i-compare-her-to-natures-beauty-an-ode-to-the-girl-who-i-could-never-write-part-20) | [Girl XXI](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/xinfirdrqt) | [Girl XXII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/a-puzzling-kiss) | [Girl XXIII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/unfurled-curls-a-girl-and-her-hair-and-books) | [Girl XXIV](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/lemon-photographs-and-haiku-poems) | [Girl XXV](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/blueberry-photographs-and-surreal-writings) | [Girl XXVI](https://peakd.com/@fermentedphil/breaking-bread-a-sourdough-photographic-journey) | [Girl XXVII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/wanderer-at-sea) | [Girl XXVIII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/swinging-around) | [Girl XXIX](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/metaphoric-flowers-a-series-of-experimental-photographs) | [Girl XXX](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/the-wanderer-above-the-chaotic-sea) | [Girl XXXI](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/hashtag-this-is-not-an-ad-a-series-of-photographs-and-musings) | [Girl XXXII](https://peakd.com/hive-194913/@fermentedphil/ruined-hope-a-series-of-photographs-of-a-girl-with-a-balloon) ____

I found the girl once again trying to climb into the canvas, this time with various brushstrokes that goes into various directions. I followed her, as if she was luring me deeper into her own world, only to then consume me like a female spider does after copulating with a male spider. I become part of the art, consumed art, art consumed. She had a yellow dress on, my favourite colour. The yellow dress reminded me of a very distant dream, one in which a girl with a yellow dress ran deeper into a pure white field. Wild grasses, dandelions, white wildflowers. She fell into the pure whiteness, dandelions consuming her, the wild grasses flowing like water over her, and the smell of a thousand white flowers coated her. As she stood up, she became part of the landscape, she became the clouds, the new flowers, she became nature. While art tries to imitate nature, she transposed nature on the canvas, and now she lured me deeper into her trap so that I could also become art, nature, paint on canvas. We walked through galleries and galleries, picking artworks that suited her eye, only to then place everything together in such a strange combination that I could not fathom what her intentions were. Yet I did not care as my desire to become her artwork overwhelmed me. And I gave in, as my world became one with her yellow dress. I took a couple of photographs, in my now “reverse-portrait” style. The girl looked at the art, while I looked at her. A girl in a yellow dress, looking at art, contemplating the meaning of life. I hope that you enjoy these photographs and some poetry that I intersperse between the photographs. Without further ado…

![2.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/EoCarc4wg3z8onJ1D9E9bEhsLEVvfUghzq3UqeYiXPmeUvP5B6hbw2H5ktS4SVRcMAX.JPG) ____ # **A Girl in a Yellow Dress Looking at Art and Contemplating the Poetic Side of Life** ____ ![3.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/243fp3JH9BcLuNcEdEs22W5gjmFsPisVRr1qzVwSD2Ps3W3y26UfDoPFsxJVUEtcCERTR.JPG) ____ *yellow dresses and confused words I stumble over nonsense as I try to make sense of her movements* ____ ![4.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/48HfNgB1AqP4MxgycpJECatYowEfL3jLsyFHVD4cMh6uzyyF3iVSydmQptkt8U8Gp9.JPG) ____ *she climbed into the canvas and hid behind the paint she became the brushstrokes yet meaning deserted me* ____ ![5.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/23tv6SCRKvrnQxdxZF5dLNPVqTijNDBPM8rnFQJ6sVtsUatuJTMa8pzXjE6q6Cmns4Fha.JPG) ____ *yellow flowers stuck in her hair a still life I wanted to take home yet the paint could not capture the magnitude of her beauty* ____ ![6.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/EopmeRu6BhmjkAz5VctPnL3rZdd2TsbNNF1qc5snsCc9b4egbiN8kmxjrVFDATRozd6.JPG) ____ *I picked her like a flower in her yellow dress I tried to write a poem about her but I could not find the words to colour her in* ____ ![7.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/23yJCXgpiQKGFaeYrySsS7GAL5sHFLoLyR8HY1pjbLTm822GYDLpkv5eGJafVi5Pv7yfw.JPG) ____ *she became the girl I could not write in a yellow dress looking at art with waterfall hair collecting at the bottom of my drowning ego* ____ ![8.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/243WMabHSA7ZZFAph9ddfDjHAKptZQVPYZ2pyCRDogZHp5iRwpUdei5qX9G2zp8P9yC2m.JPG) ____ *the girl I could not write disappeared in various works of art as I tried to find her only to lose her behind simple lines of poetic beauty* ____ ![9.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/245T5TPNN1drsMHSGsqWrZ7HQ3mcSua9w5mBowvHPhZ2a1a8KeXV3QFqP42ajD8XCqNep.JPG)

# Postscriptum, or Yet Another Gallery We visited various art galleries on a recent trip, and I had to take some photographs of the girl in a yellow dress. She was more beautiful than the art, so I took a bunch of photographs of her. If we were not in such a rush, I would spend the whole afternoon looking at art and looking at her looking at art. Meanings and interpretations flowed through us, but we could not make sense of anything. But this is part of the process, drenching oneself and subsequently drowning in art without finding any stable meanings. In any case, I hope that you enjoyed these photographs of the girl I could not write. For now, happy photographing and stay well. *All of the photographs used in this post are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Nikkor 50mm lens. The writings, musings, and poems are my own, albeit inspired by the girl who I could not write looking at art.*