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[met-photos]

Greek Slave, Hugh Owen, 1851, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Photography

Purchase, Emanuel Gerard Gift, 1982 Size: Image: 8 3/8 × 6 5/16 in. (21.3 × 16.1 cm) Mount: 13 3/4 × 9 13/16 in. (35 × 25 cm) Medium: Salted paper print from paper negative

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/263305

[the-met-art]

View of Transept, Looking South by Hugh Owen, The Met's Photography Department

Medium: Salted paper print from paper negative

Purchase, Emanuel Gerard Gift, 1982 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/263303

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drown

loneliness in a room full of people is what’s got me wanting to hunt happiness at the seemingly beautiful bottom of this vessel , whisky in a tea cup. 

slit wrists, seeking love and affection at the bottom of a bottle of vodka seems so romantic and appealing , numbing the cries of the my heart, so deafening in the resonance of silence. 

emotion. a myth in a world screaming to be caressed with feeling , for it is much safer to let the beast lay dormant rather than it be left at liberty to wreak havoc. awe inspiring , jaw dropping and euphoric havoc. 

such is existence , not life . for life , actually lives. 

- hughowens

[met-photos]

View of Transept, Looking South, Hugh Owen, 1851, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Photography

Purchase, Emanuel Gerard Gift, 1982 Size: Image: 21.6 x 16.3 cm (8 1/2 x 6 7/16 in.) Mount: 35 x 21.2 cm (13 3/4 x 8 3/8 in.) Medium: Salted paper print from paper negative

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/263303

[met-photos]

Greek Slave by Hugh Owen, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Photography

Purchase, Emanuel Gerard Gift, 1982 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Salted paper print from paper negative

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/263305

[met-photos]

Greek Slave by Hugh Owen, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Photography

Purchase, Emanuel Gerard Gift, 1982 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Salted paper print from paper negative

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/263305

[met-photos]

View of Transept, Looking South by Hugh Owen, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Photography

Purchase, Emanuel Gerard Gift, 1982 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Salted paper print from paper negative

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/263303

[met-photos]

Greek Slave by Hugh Owen, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Photography

Purchase, Emanuel Gerard Gift, 1982 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Salted paper print from paper negative

[met-photos]

View of Transept, Looking South by Hugh Owen, The Met's Photos

Purchase, Emanuel Gerard Gift, 1982 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Salted paper print from paper negative

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/263303

[met-photos]

View of Transept, Looking South by Hugh Owen by The Met's Photography Department

Medium: Salted paper print from paper negative

Purchase, Emanuel Gerard Gift, 1982 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY

[hughowens-blog]

lost.

apparently not all those who wander are lost. nonetheless there are always exceptions, and i'm adamant i'm one of them. because i'm lost, hopelessly so. maybe i just need a tank of dopamine, though i think that would be merely a temporary fix. of the 7.5 billion people on earth i often wonder why i had to me. i could've been a an Elon Musk , or a Saddam Hussein. ideally this would mean that each of us has some sort of purpose that is only known by the man above , or that the universe has favourites. i've chosen to live by the former because it's so easy to fall into abyss when you don't have anything to believe in. hopelessness is as dangerous as hope i guess. to whoever may read this i realise how incoherent this may seem but that's how feelings manifest. you don't get to choose them as they come. you know i think you aren't really sad if you're still crying. what about those who don't have tears anymore ? or those of us who were never taught to cry ? that's sadness. because it doesn't have an outlet. it doesn't express itself, just sits there trapped. a ticking time bomb, implosion. this leaves a person with one of two options. stay in a monotonous sadness because it's safe, all controlled and expected, or live for joyful temporary forevers which are as euphoric as they are gut wrenching because making a smooth landing from the high is but a myth. it's always cosmic. i really don't know what this is. not a poem or a speech. maybe an outlet, only to be understood but those who know what it is to be lost. - hughowens.

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clarity in darkness

he came alive in the night time because the dark didn’t expect anything from him. no fake smiles, humans or having to resist displaying idiosyncrasies that the world might deem deviant from the comforts of the norm. world because he sees humans but no humanity. 03:16 AMs offered breathing space. to think, to dream, to unlock creative realms that he did not even know he possessed , or rather the realms safe enough to explore without shattering the barriers of comfort of those closest to him. it was at this time that he could think of her and breathe life into the wildest figments of his imagination. her. the yin to his yang, the light in his darkness the Tui to his La and the heaven to his hell . he pictured her running in endless fields of daffodils and chamomile and could even smell her fragrance through her texts. it was so beautiful, until the the rays of the sun broke through the smooth glaze of the night sky, and that was that. - hughowens