Annie get your gun

Annie at Macau Museum of Art.

Annie get your gun

Don’t let’em push you ‘round, Annie. I shoot you like I breathe, my camera follows my gaze, tautly stretched towards you and your every gesture. If you flinch, I’ll shoot. The slightest movement, the tiniest change of light on your skin, it’s more than I can take, I’ll shoot. With you, impossible to miss, every photo goes straight to the heart. You can strike back. Pull out your phone to shoot my portrait, go on, give it a try, you don’t stand a chance, ‘cause my old crinkled face is no work of art.