still not the stuff we are made of
January. 31. 2012
Revisiting an old post from September 15th 2009…two years older transcendence still evades, but the sorcery is ever more delightful.
silver beach
January. 15. 2011
Might be because I’m a sailor’s daughter, but I don’t care how many beaches I’ve seen, standing at the foot of the sky with an endless expanse of water is always elating.
Beaches have always been summer things for me, until I saw the snow come in close to the water, and turn the sand silver. It helps the sand soak in the clouds and the whole thing gleams…
I will always remember making this picture: my sister waiting far behind, hiding from the sub zero wind-chill around lake Michigan, my fingers numb, and my stuffed hoodie getting in my eyes as i struggled to find the shutter and wheels with those frozen fingers.
A picture, is so much more than a picture.
“We are all creatures of our memory” said Frank Welch on a sunnier afternoon to me, and I know that pictures to me are the language of my memory; thought, feeling and emotion swim in me together.
Therein probably lie the origin of my love affair with photography- browsing through fat piles of family albums and remembering through the years, feeling my ways back in time, constructing, dreaming…
down the road Ak, this one will surface too…winter beaches, sunlight, my sister’s shadow and I- set up for good pictures right there- below or above zero.
crosswalks
February. 28. 2010
How much of what we are and how we view the world and people in it depends on what we’ve been brainwashed with? THINK! Isn’t there a point in time when we should be able to step back from what we’ve been told is right and evaluate it for ourselves?
How would you react to a man walking down the street in a glittering dress complete with heels? Where’s the edge of your prejudices?
Isn’t the purpose of life to enjoy every moment, to find joy, spread it and revel in it? Can we stop taking that joy away from others who seem to have found it, please! Prejudice takes that away from both the subjects and the objects…
If a man wants to walk down the street in heels- power to you brother!
CeSRON
October. 4. 2009
As in- self reflection is obsolete today, in the age of narcissism the search for self is labyrinthine…what you see are attempts to architecturalize that notion of being and becoming and the tumultuous process herein…
Studies for CeSRON (Center for Self Reflection, Otherness and Narcissism). There must be questions about what the hell this is all about- so ASK!
not the stuff we are made of
September. 15. 2009
When I was eight I asked my mother why my brain couldn’t understand itself- “I” was a blank to my self, yet I could understand the external world. I’m twenty six, and still wondering. Answers anyone? Cognitive Science is endlessly intriguing…
The fundamental question has always been who we are. What is the “I” we refer to as our “self?” People often separate our minds from our bodies- our soul from the corporeal…but what is the soul if not the sum of our consciousness- that which exists in our very cells? What makes a thing a being? What makes you you and me me? How about this for an answer:
“Matter flows from place to place, and momentarily comes together to be you. Whatever you are therefore, you are not the stuff you of which you are made…”
-Richard Dawkins
(http://www.ted.com/talks/richard_dawkins_on_our_queer_universe.html)
We are, in essence, at every point in time- a confluence of numerous possibilities- never to be repeated- a rare, magical moment in the universe at any given time. Never are we the same, yet we continue to retain our “self” through this seamless aberration called life.
I always wonder why some people can see more magic in the world than others- why isn’t it more obvious to everyone how mind-blowing this existence really is?
Yes, yes, Quantum Mechanics helped explain a lot, but more importantly the field has made us stretch our imaginations with a little more abandon- and demonstrates the improbability that plagues what seems mundane.
The sorcery is delightful, and delight must be shared. Wherever this road may lead, I walk it seeking something beautiful…and hopefully sprinkle some of the magic along the way.
Where are the rest of you who seek something beautiful and won’t settle for anything less?
blue
August. 29. 2009
wait, wait my love there
is time to tell-
let there be rest between us
a closing of this chasm
in the screwiness which is life- save its magic
I want to touch
your pretty tales
This is architecture!
July. 22. 2009
Architecture is an art of making- a process of translating an intangible idea into tactile form and space. Here, more than the end result it is the progression towards it that defines the subject- the effort, the thinking and re-thinking, the making, un-making and re-making, the resulting mental (and often physical) mayhem and an unending struggle are what architecture really is for those who practice it, rather than the one singular final product that stands alone with no traces of the processes that shaped it.
And, there is nothing glamorous involved here- the mayhem herein, is banal.
(excerpt of photo essay by Rupinder Singh/Ishita Sharma, 2007)
“I”
September. 24. 0201
Lacan wrote:
” The I is always in the field of the Other.”
