In a collaboration with photographer Marc Anthony Iannini of i3Images featuring short stories I wrote as Orlando Bé for an upcoming book, the joint efforts in words and images offer a spiritual result to viewers in a partnership with one of our favorite charities in San Diego. 

My Public Relations efforts now are geared toward finding the best recipient of the funds raised and the venue for it. The task is daunting, as the different nonprofits and causes are many.

One proposed display of the show is a simple arrangement of photographs and printed short stories hanging from a steel cable, using decorative clips to hold both photographs and stories in a non-linear narrative.

The exhibition presents the story of the fictional character Lucius Bod, a traveler who shares stories written whilst capturing the scenes surrounding him as landscapes of longing and pleasure as vignettes in a Diary.

Image: ©Ars Electronica/Flickr

It’s been said that writers breathe in sighs and less oxygen permeates the brain because of it. Today, there are several reasons to be sad and yet every step I am taking is about a story I want to tell, hoping to see light… I sit on the sofa and it absorbs my grief; my fingers meet rugged weaves that now feel what I feel. Sigh.

How to describe two beautiful eyes looking out from a window soaked in sun and somehow still dim without inflicting harm on the image? Everyone must accept their lot in life and somehow, I still refuse the hand I’ve been dealt. Should I be proud if I am dirty? Would I be proud if no one believes what I believe in?

I let go of these thoughts when I feel the sun warming my hand. That elusive happiness will be felt not in sighs but in smiles when I find it.

Text: © Lucius Bod
Image: © Day Donaldson/Flickr