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Thursday, June 13, 2013

On photographic intent and the [cosmic] whim of the peripheral





"Curiosity is an oddly ambivalent word that historically has pointed almost as frequently to a condition of ruinous distraction as to a state of intense and productive concentration or to an urge to discover."


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"...the best way to catch sight of a heavenly body is to catch it off guard by looking a little to the side-it is possible to make even Venus herself vanish from the firmament by a scrutiny too sustained, too concentrated, or too direct.
An excess of application, in other words, may result paradoxically in a failure of attention, and cure is an oblique curiosity, a faith in peripheral vision."


-Brian Dillon
Attention! Photography and Sidelong Discovery



















Tuesday, June 11, 2013

6.22.2013




A full moon shone,
And around the shrine
Stood devotees
Poised and in place.

-Sappho,  Stung with Love: Poems and Fragments












Monday, June 10, 2013

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

While I was in Texas

I had the opportunity to photograph two dancers, Hannah and Richie.
(one of which was a principal dancer in the Houston Ballet)












My time spent with them was quietly magical: one of my favorite ways to spend a hot afternoon.

Sunday, May 26, 2013











I long to have such a memorial of every being dear to me in the world. It is not merely the likeness 

which is precious in such cases-but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing

. . . 

the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of 

portraits I think-and it is not at all monstrous in me to say, what my brothers cry out so vehemently,  

that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest artist's work ever

produced.


-Elizabeth Barrett
(1843, letter to Mary Russell Mitford)
















Friday, May 24, 2013



'Identities'

I see the fields the sea wrapped in an equal light
There is no difference
Between the sleeping sand
The axe beside the wound
The body blooming in a sheaf
And the volcano of health

...

I see I read I forget
The open book of my closed blinds


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"...she would have been someone, a very strong personality, even if Picasso had never existed."


Picasso's Weeping Woman: The Life and Art of Dora Maar