Saturday, June 20, 2009

Winter Solstice

Francesca Woodman

The slightest slivers of light, Emily Dickinson's 'slants'. Things become lost in the shadows, and the topography of existence is reduced. Light skimming the high points, the rest a vast ocean of mid-winter gloom.

Follower of Rembrandt

Times for solitude. Introspective inspection. A slow rumination over the gathered words, images. Thinking paced as incantation. Threading together of thoughts, Benjamin's 'rosary bead' conception of history.

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