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About Me
the feeling of beauty is the feeling of 'muga': no-self or ecstasy
Nishida
Nishida
collaboration with Michael Tweed
the beautiful foolishness of things
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
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thankyou for another profound masterpeice my friend.
ReplyDeletethe darkness is overwhelming as the soul window looks inward from the reflected light of the outside world.It is the season of winter across the barren winter landscape of the soul where thoughts and feelings have become deeply embedded in impenetrable blocks of ice impassable forever.
but there is a brilliance in these images -several panes are a brighter silvered ice almost as if there is a salvation there -circumventing the suffering as the soul travels on its journey to the stars.
sending you summer kisses
Mmmm, visually delicious...
ReplyDeletethis post and the post before are truly incredible ... like a series of mark rothko, these images hover between place and spirit, opening into revery and opening again ... this seems a dream that never leave, never want to leave ...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful liquefaction.
ReplyDeletei can feel the thick and heaviness of water,
ReplyDeletei can almost touch it with my fingertips, almost...
both series are a true delight, executed to perfection!
and the light, ahh, the light!... i can never
have enough of it! simply beautiful!
thank you
tanya
Dreams of The Floating City! The Grand Canal. Venice. Thank you for this sublime journey! Your images are hauntingly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteimaginile mi-au trezit multe impresii,amintiri din filme etc,insa ceva imi scapa,nu m-a izbit o amintire legata de ceva anume-si totusi,forta cu care existau ele,acolo,ma gandeam la asta umbland prin casa...pana cand ,deodata,m-a izbit:pentru mine,cea a acestor zile,sunt camari din subconstient,de aceea nu imi erau clare amintirile legate de ele.adica,vreau sa spun,seamanau cu multe din cele cunoscute,insa nu puteam atinge una si sa urlu,cum se spune,ca "este":)ma fascina doar misterul ascuns de fiecare fereastra,ma intrebam daca nu e,de fapt,aceeasi,vazuta din mai multe iopostaze ale privirii.dar acum stiu-cum se scufunda ele in amniotic-stii ca iubesc acest laitmotiv-,apoi ies la suprfata,apoi iarasi...
ReplyDeletein prima serie, esti singur,cu desavarsire singur,insa in a doua se coloreaza lumea- in felul acela vag si cu o pelicula,a ta,doar a ta,in fata.si,la final,eu vad ceva din leganarea somnului-mai degraba,starea aceea dintre,in care totul se estompeaza,dar este,totusi...
o lume noua mereu
I feels a if I'm being invited, beckoned, to enter into something new, something else, something beyond...
ReplyDeleteam loving these. it's as if you've visited in my absence!
ReplyDeletethe aesthetics of rain ... (it must be pouring over there!)
ReplyDeleteJe t'embrasse tendrement Chere Amie...
ReplyDeleteMerci pour ta visite et pour tes mots...
Excuse aussi ce long silence contre lequel parfois je ne peux plus rien...
"Déjà je ne vais plus
J'avance
Longeant les murs des nuits poreuses
Aux instincts magnétiques
Aux lunes denses
Ces nuits-mêmes où tu allais si bleu
Ton printemps annoncé comme une transhumance
Muette
Je me suis conçue des lèvres
Imperceptiblement
Aveugle
Je me suis inventé un regard adjacent
Et c'est cet axiome rupestre
Qui te revient tremblant
En quête d'abnégation de syntaxe
Et de vent.."
Sylvie Meheut
C'est un peu comme ça la dissolution...
Tu es dans mon coeur...
Bises douces...
A bientot..
I'm loving the contrast between the pastel and the black and white ones, producing completely different evocations. So dream-like, triggering all sorts of vague memories
ReplyDeleteforgive me for not being able to answer individually these days, at least i hope i can make up a bit for this by finding time to post again, like this you will at least have the photos to look at, if you miss me :-)
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