canvisluv

@canvisluv

dev hynes fan acct artist, poet, photographer, artist crabswithoutlegs @shawnlikemykell
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three shots from shooting nu film w @maileqa Contax N1 Ektacolor Pro 400 #kodakfilm #contax #35mm #lomography #portrait
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6 days ago
the shot just made sense. learning cinestill 8hundoT w the always ready Samantha 🎞️ @samanthaa.jack @cinestillfilm Cinestill 800T Sure Shot 80 Tele
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28 days ago
*********, ohio where my grandma resides. Shot on Neopan Acros 100 II
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1 month ago
portrait of @oziwann caught him looking cinematic right at the end of dusk sometime last month — a great interaction, glad to have the shot & the moment #streetportrait #streetphotography #leica #35mmfilm #yesstar200
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1 month ago
My Sister is Named After My Grandmother.. My Grandmother’s Name is Peggy. The lovely opportunity was mine to have as I was able to capture my grandma’s all loved and familiar face on film. It’s not lost on me that I don’t see family enough, or at least sometimes it feels like that, so this intentional feeling or yearn to take my grandma’s portrait has been brewing for some time and now past the capture moment, I cannot wait to give prints to my family. Thank you for viewing. Fuji Neopan Acros 100 II Leica Minilux Zoom
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1 month ago
“My Nervous Laughter” (2022) a piece I did based on a poem of the same name. When I first moved to Columbus the landlord at the time left these big pieces of dry wall outside of my apartment. They stayed there, forever blank so I pondered for a while if I sounds recreate some of my past illustrations on them. Someone very close to me gifted me a box of oil pastels and paints & with my roommate at the time/brother they encouraged me to simply paint. The first piece was foggy, unclear. The second one, ambitious & red. This was the third. The poem was the first poem I performed post any scholastic endeavors & existed for me more when anxiety was more prevalent— *pride, the eruption of ego finding its way down your throat. cold medicine. peace, swimming between senses. on my hook there is hope. but, I am no fisher. my voice, like old paint. eyes around me, erosion. peel the paint away. and then only the thoughts are left. rotting my brain. existing in pain. anxiety must be a curse.*
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11 months ago
whole bunch of almosts (opt 2024 post)
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1 year ago
philinn.🍷 @heyaslur “DEJA VU” tees available thru @witgallery
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2 years ago
crmy back in the col dtime
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2 years ago
this dude
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2 years ago
saba hat
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2 years ago
things. today, yesterday
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3 years ago