Tuesday, 19 March 2013

however futile








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  1. erin19 March 2013 at 19:45

    i beg you, as this tugs on my heart, to know it is never futile. of course, you know, you must know, as you love it. can such a tender volatile thing ever be? (it is when we're on our knees that we finally see.)

    xo
    erin

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    1. Roxana19 March 2013 at 22:28

      there is this tension, never entirely solved for me, between "however" and "futile" - even when, on some days, i think that everything is futile, there is this "however" which bounces back into my face. but i can never be completely on one side or another, which means, i think James would put it like this, living inside the rift, the tearing...

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    2. Roxana19 March 2013 at 22:29

      btw, you inspired me with this version of the comments-page, i like it more than my older one! :-)

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  2. Plum'19 March 2013 at 21:07

    Superbe.

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  3. pensum19 March 2013 at 23:29

    gorgeous!

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  4. Lynne with an e20 March 2013 at 01:32

    an image of staggering beauty

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    1. Roxana30 March 2013 at 22:26

      i love these frail leaves (actually this is the dry leaf of a plant, not the flower :-)

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  5. mythopolis20 March 2013 at 03:04

    hahaha...I just attempted to post a lengthy treatise on your theme, but when I went to 'publish' I was prompted to choose an account. I chose my Google account, and when I did so, my writings promptly disappeared. But, I want you to know I tried, however futile.....

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    1. Roxana30 March 2013 at 22:27

      oh! i am smiling, though i am sorry about the lost treatise :-) but perfectly fitting for "however futile", what happened :-)

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  6. UIFPW0820 March 2013 at 12:34

    lovely shots.
    Morris

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  7. Anonymous20 March 2013 at 17:51

    this reminded me of miro's hope of a condemned man..

    b.

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    1. Roxana30 March 2013 at 22:29

      ah, that wonderful Tate exhibition i read so much about!!! i envy you for seeing it :-)

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  8. musicwithinyou21 March 2013 at 01:57

    Ohhhh yes, yes!! I like these photos very much!

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  9. Stickup Artist21 March 2013 at 06:08

    This reminds me of where I live. The sun is so brilliant and unrelenting that subtle, delicate beings have no chance. However, nature has adapted and although rugged and raw, it has another kind of beauty. Yet nature has had billions of years to adapt and we have only so few...

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    1. Roxana30 March 2013 at 22:40

      and how gratefully i am for your photos, that through them i have discovered that other kind of beauty!

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  10. Miriam21 March 2013 at 19:15

    nu stiu ce m-a tintuit,ca sa zic asa,mai mult:caderea ei cea gratioasa,indreptata spre ceva pe care nu il meritam a numi clar,sau acel punct ,care o tine acolo,ea,atat cea preafrumoasa.cred atat in zborul ei,in umbra lui,in acea clipa de siguranta,in tot ceea ce pastreaza o tinta,chiar si in gestul aparent al unei caderi.da,cred in toate astea,fara a vrea sa pronunt vreun verdict despre intaietatea vreunui adevar...

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    1. Roxana30 March 2013 at 22:41

      cea preafrumoasă, mulţumesc pentru asta, cuvintele acestea sunt darul cel mai de preţ, pentru ea, pe care o iubesc atât.... nu ştiu de ce ai văyut aici "cădere", m-a uimit asta, m-a făcut să zâmbesc, totul a devenit altfel, am văzut altfel lumea, cum nici nu mă gândisem înainte :-)

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  11. Prospero23 March 2013 at 02:09

    Alice, dearest, i think you mean--However futile, however...

    It's a little circuitous, granted, but just the kind of thing you'll find down the rabbit hole.

    And seeing how i love the umbrageous in general, your razorlike shadows are like chocolate-cream bonbons to me. But i must tell you that today your colors are a tad languid (where are Paul Klee's bold colors?), leading me to declare, quite erroneously, that spring is Craiova is cloudy and dull.

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    1. Roxana30 March 2013 at 22:43

      chocolate-cream bonbons, how i envy you!!! :-)

      i know you must have something against these colours :-) but you will perhaps be more merciful when you find out that this is not spring, not by far (you can see the real image of spring in Craiova in the next post :-P)

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  12. Anonymous23 March 2013 at 02:40

    It's only missing your words. Superb work: superb light.

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    1. Roxana30 March 2013 at 22:43

      i have few words these days... but thank you for your kind ones!

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  13. Anonymous23 March 2013 at 18:44

    hello my beautiful friend Roxana, well thankyou for another masterpeice, this is profound art when you manipulate the elements of nature to make a profound declaration of the soul.
    I have been exploring here on the bridge this idea of the expression of white how it can range anywhere from capturing the lofty sublime purity of our ideals the mainstay of our existence to the depiction of the horrific the two extremes of life.
    et ici je peux sentir la tension du blanc.
    and today my dream is I can feel a strong existential tension where my dream for today is that it is not about the void of existence but the tension between life and death between the positive and the negative forces of life.and there is always this tension but when it is drawn taught life becomes brittle.
    it is almost as if literally speaking our lives become pinned to the wall so to speak as your visual metaphor represents and the leaves of our lives begin to metamorphosize where the tension in life breaks and life becomes something alien something altogether else..like your image represents to me a leaf of our life transforming to the form of a creature resembling a butterfly but is incapable of flight.
    well here my friend
    ,I have been exploring my father's war time memories to write a little book just for family and friends and I have been riding warsips on the internet and here I dock at the floating bridge of dreams and it is a weird sensation because this image well I could tear it out and put it into my father's log.well I won't because it is not his art but I can feel the tension the tantrism of undrinkable salt water where the soul cannot quench its thirst the salt smarts the open wound.

    sending you beautiful thoughts to have a gorgeous spring day. we had a snow storm yesterday but oh the sun was dancing on the snow banks and sometimes like stickup artist said "delicate beings have no chance"(how I love that line) but then sometimes I feel that way initially and then comes the snowflake dance. haha.
    sending you springtime kisses.
    thankyou my beautiful friend.

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    1. Roxana30 March 2013 at 22:46

      how interesting to hear about your book, Madeleine, thank you for sharing this with us - how do you have access to your father's memories, is it in the form of diaries? letters?

      i thank you for this wonderful line: "image represents to me a leaf of our life transforming to the form of a creature resembling a butterfly but is incapable of flight", and for all the other thoughts which are so full of sparkling creativity, i am happy to see the Bridge inspiring you this way :-)

      i am sending you snowy hugs, though really, they should have been petals by now ;-)

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  14. Awena Robert25 March 2013 at 10:49

    It's so soft and fragile. Afraid to pick it up in case it would break.

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  15. bluestorm25 March 2013 at 19:07

    futile is temporary, it cannot sustain itself as permanent. life will always counter it with the however argument of resilience. until a critical mass is reached for a change/transformation.
    the play of light and shadow in the photograph is gorgeous!

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    1. Roxana30 March 2013 at 22:47

      "life will always counter it with the however argument of resilience."

      yes!!!

      :-)

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  16. Elizavetta27 March 2013 at 06:58

    Oh Roxana,
    How I have missed your vision! I am back here, reading, gazing again, after a long absence. And I am still amazed, still as speechless as I ever was. Thank you for still being here, making this beauty that only you can make, only now. However futile, my blessings to you, you lovely brave woman.

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  17. Roxana30 March 2013 at 22:48

    Elizavetta, what a wonderful surprise, i am so happy to hear from you!!! thank you so much for your kind words, and for not forgetting the Bridge!
    i hope everything is well with you.
    can i still read you somewhere?

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