The Flower of Void

Tim Gallo
Oct 18, 2022

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© Tim Gallo.

Every so often, it visits me. A cold needle breaks through. Ripped apart tightly stretched cloth of my heart — white.
A gap into the dark void blooms like a flower — black.
My mind is like a drunken bee wonders in its bosom. Aimlessly. Yet free.

Soon it comes back with the pollen of inspiration. I am ready to produce sweet art. Inspired. It all gets divided into combs — some…

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Tim Gallo

Based in Tokyo Japan, I work as celebrity portrait photographer. Sometimes Movie Director. Occasionally poet. I apologise for not perfect english. timgallo.com