the answer is: we are
but which question? mine? or the question language proposed?xo erin
Yes, astonishing. !As the photos are, in such subtle beauty. Such beauty! The third is . . . beyond words. [thankfully]
happy is the boy allowed to play with fire:)xoerin
...tutte queste immagini raccontano uno stato d'animo!!!mi piacciono!CiaoCSJ
csj, i hope so, or rather not tell but reveal...thank you))xoerin
Get sucked by the words and be seduced by the images.
ah, damaso, seduction. this is the truth about the truth, isn't it, when it's not busy scaring us? beyond fear is seduction.xoerin
La lumière dit toujours la vérité.Amicalement
yanis, such a simple truth if only we could pay more attention.xoerin
somebody once asked me: how come the mirrors show as the right inverted with the left, and not the top inverted with the bottom? i didn't know what to answer :-) but i try to imagine how this would affect our way of looking at things, at ourselves...
roxana, in terms such as these i can't begin to imagine what i look like then from other perspectives, but it goes a long way to explaining how i see others))but if this is so of language, as well - ! if there is some sort of disjointedness and inversion and we are its image - !!!xoerin
I hope it will return it sometime...
that is the hope, isn't it? or that we might understand language's intention, or true word.xoerin
Any representation is a distortion of sorts, a minimalizing or an aggrandizing, capturing a fleeting instance that exists only in time. If I were to ponder this for more than a few seconds, I get a headache, so difficult it is to know the concept. If you add language as a translator of reality, you compound the problem, as language is colored by our very own history. Are we not delving into epistemology from an artistic angle?
rosaria, we'll use any vantage point we can manage, won't we?language is the querulous key, the ultimate chicken and egg, the articulation of this human body: existence.xoerin
Intimate...Henri Raynal...astonishing phrase...yesW.
"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))