Yes, it is ALL ecstasy. Amazingly beautiful, evocative series of photos, just perfect. (I saw dragonflies yesterday...in November!) Love to you, dearest Erin. xo
marion, i imagine a in-real-life conversation with you and i imagine the range of being that would be explored would be similar:)))
beautiful work Erin !
thanks dirk. she is a beautiful friend and i am blessed by both her friendship and the presence of the crows.xoerin
We perceive only joy, the pain may be there however not perceived. better this way.A hug
i wonder if this is true, damaso. don't you perceive the pain? or do you mean the pain has greater depths than we are ever aware of? for me what is important is to not only go toward the joy, but to allow the joy and the pain to find their ways through me. as i say, i try. my friend, i believe, has a similar philosophy. she is so childlike in so many ways and yet~xoerin
You make this so difficult, while so simple. :)The words are one thing. Yes. Pain and joy create exquisite bliss.The images. How can something new, every moment new, still be perfect? I think (wrongly), have thought in the past, of perfection as as being made whole over time. Yes this new creation, this series of images, is perfect.Is this you? I don't see a nose ring. Is it you? There is so much in this face. Questions. Mischief. Understanding. (etc.)
ruth, i don't make it anything at all. is only is:)the photographs of the woman (one of my only in the flesh friends that i spend time with and at that, only occasionally, sometimes months or years passing between our visits) were taken this past spring. we travelled together to the island i was born on, talking and sharing the whole way. it felt as though our very atoms revealed their true gaps and light passed through us so obviously as it really does. she was very sad about the gravity of her recent decisions to leave her marriage which had the consequence of her adolescent children refusing to speak with her. she is an open wound to her children and has been, nourishing and being nourished by them, absolutely devoted. what a death, their silence. and yet remarkably, as you point out so astutely, she is full of questions, mischief and understanding. my god, ruth, you can't understand how well you have described her! as i took the photographs i felt something very important was happening. i felt as though something was going to come from those photographs which would change a life. i have waited with them quietly wondering about them and forgetting them until this past weekend and then they stirred a conversation inside of me. i continue to be quiet by what might happen, not really knowing at all what that might be, but excited that at any minute and always, life is change.love)))))
and oh jesus! on the notion of perfection!!!!!!!!!!!!! last night james and i watched a movie, Vivan Las Antipodas! there is a scene in the movie, one of the rare dialogue scenes in which two quiet men exchange a few observations. one man remarks to the other about the frogs and their specific sounds. and then he remarks about another group of frogs and their specific sounds. and then he is very quiet and so lovely i might break open like a hymen. and then he says from a deep part of attention and reverence, "they are perfect". how can anything else true(r) be uttered after that?xoerin
I'm always surprised at how intense your work is; and I shouldn't be by now. Surprised at how you captured her expressions; and yet, she was there open enough to let you capture her so!I'm revealing my own anxiety, I know.
"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))