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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

rudimentary




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  1. love that space in the third pic. that's your attic room where you took those beautiful nude pics of yourself, is it not? those to me were some of the more wonderfully subtly seductive but free inspiring selfies i've seen. love your commitment your soulful vision, what your eyes capture. Gracias for sharing

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    1. it's not an attic, nene, although i wish it was. it is a bedroom in a farmhouse we wish to live in one day. i am rather pleased that it is a recognizable space. it holds a lot of power for me.

      i'm glad you find those other photograhs ... something. they are important to me, as is the time spent in being attentive.

      but i have to admit, i hesitate at your use of the word selfies and i have to spend time with this. what are the photographs you refer to if not selfies? however i watch my daughter and her friends engage in this practice over and over again, taking photographs of themselves and posting them. i try to understand if this is the same act or if there is any difference at all. i hesitate (always) to take part in anything popular in current culture. i try to see through what it is that people are doing these days with this feverish participation with self images. and i try to see what i do. i don't have any answers yet but i'm uncomfortable with this word and so i look at my discomfort to see what truth is.

      thank you for your careful consideration.

      xo
      erin

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    2. nene, not to belabor something perhaps intended as passing but i can't help but think further on the nature of selfies and wonder how they (perhaps, and i hope) differ from self portraits (and especially, and again i hope, these self portraits that you refer to). what i come to is this, and i hope that i am not only fooling myself, selfies today present a person as a commodity, as an image complete and presentable, as a reliable representation, as something perhaps even immutable, while i hope that an investigation of selfhood in the face of being human (and especially naked) draws more dangerously upon the point of vulnerability, inevitable corruption and invariably - death. not that i put my photographs in the same category as any great photographs, but rather i hope that i move my exploration into the tradition of exploration of existence like alix cleo roubaud or franscesca woodman. again, not that my photographs are even good. i would not claim that, but hopefully dangerous in what they brush against.

      i'm glad you made this reference, nene, for even if it wasn't your intention you have brought me to new places.

      and what is interesting to me and startling, if not humbling, is that somehow you have picked up on a change that might charge the photographs themselves, or perhaps it is obvious, although it wouldn't be to me, but i am a lay person in terms of photography and technology. these photographs in the last two short series were taken with a web cam and not the very good camera that i usually shoot with. it all seems like a wonderful coincidence that you sense a modern practice through these shots.

      xo
      erin

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  2. This triptych of loveliness knocks me out, ending with the last, and that room, that space. Ahh!

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    1. ruth, i am absolutely intoxicated with how little there is in this room (and how the less if furthered with the gnashing of light to dark in these photographs). something stands up in me as if to see what is normally hidden but what is revealed when there is less to see. and while i can't say what it is, i feel that it is present, whatever it is. simple rooms, simple forms and light - all the rest is distraction somehow.

      xo
      erin

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    1. i can not for the life of me figure out what you mean but there is an exclamation mark and so it is very something:)

      xo
      erin

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  4. At your age, I had so many needs, I could not distinguish among them.

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    1. i have few needs, rosaria, but the needs i have are acute)))

      i wonder what your needs were then and how they differ from what they are now.

      xo
      erin

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    2. To form the perfect family; to love and be loved deeply; to become accomplished; to have a permanent roof; to reconnect with my mother..................................................................................................
      Now, just to wake up and give away what I don't need.

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  5. erin, I am truly sorry if the term 'selfie' injured your artistic sensitivity. the term was intended as a levitous expression of what I find has become a means for many to express themselves using a medium that makes it easier to express oneself. It's analogous to 'facebook' and texting and twitter. sometimes these mediums allow someone to open up about things they would otherwise not express due to suppressed feelings or introversion. needless to say, though, this use of the term 'selfie' was still careless in my part to refer to such beautiful portrait of your beautiful artistry. as they say in spanish 'lo siento'. :-)

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    1. ne ne, not offended, only confounded by my own response:)))

      xo
      erin

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  6. yesterday i visited a place in this manner, it looked like my grandparent's house, when i was child. somehow in those/this place in the feeling that you want to "take" all,because all is important and everywhere...with a white space among it:)

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    1. i smile deeply at this room bringing to mind for you your grandparent's house. it is an old house, the old house we will move into in the states when we are allowed.

      what is it that they knew that we forget? less. they knew less. and so we must practice remembering.

      yes, miriam, it was all important because they were not (yet) lost in the excess as we too often are.

      xo
      erin

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