Truth is always a bigger picture.
.. and these photographs ever-narrow the gap. I suspect truth is peripheral, not horizonal; it's there just beyond the corner of our sight; right under our noses, not buried in a distant vault: it's under the image, or sleeping aft of one of the corners; we can't wrap our heads around it though our hearts know it anyway, and is instructed in truth best by wounds and mania, longing and absence. Because these things ever remind us that the way we think it is is not the way it is at all, not quite ... What does the photo allow us to see, and what has been burnt by the Photographer, inserting that gap in the Navaho carpet that allows the soul a way out? - Brendan
i think it might have many faces, as well, which makes it terribly complicated. perhaps it speaks many languages and we only know one or two.the photographer is like the poet - the gap is always necessary, eh, brendan. the soul doesn't want to be held by any one language.rosaria, i don't think we can even begin to imagine how big.xoerin
wonderful combination ofwords and image erin.~robert
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))