Wednesday, April 29, 2015



Just as waiting seems to be the true state of the motionless contemplative, so doubt seems to be that of the flâneur...Like an ascetic animal he roams through unknown neighbourhoods until he collapses, totally exhuasted, in the foreign, cold room that awaits him.
--Walter Benjamin


1 comment:

  1. Dear Heather, these two pictures are very familiar to me. A few impressions. I love the bleakness of that hotel room. I look at it and think "Ok, is this even real? Super bright (utilitarian) light, a bed, a chair, nightstand, clock, phone, got it. The composition is the thing. Next: look for signs of human presence - telltale wrinkle on pillow area of bed cover and sag in seat and back of chair cushions. Deduction: the central relationship is between the chair and bed. Next: friend visiting a sick loved one? Or: Freud or priest? Next (naturally): Analysis or confession? That's all. Sidebar flitting thought: Who could sleep in that room? On to the next photo: immediately - the length of that elderly dame's cigarette, her frail knees and sideways avoiding look, the way her dress manages to both vibrate against and blend into the couch at the same time. She screams resignation, if that is even possible. I discovered William Eggleston's quiet pictures way back in 1988 in art school and he influenced me heavily for a spell. Anyways, I appreciate you. It seems months go by and then one day I will spontaneously click onto your blog and find your post for that very day is on a topic or person or contemplation which is near to my heart -- the struggle with pride, or learning patience, the art of loving people, the beauty of the world and/or God's grace flooding in when least expected. One constant- striving to be holy, in silence or in a crowd. You inspire and interest me every time Heather. So glad to have found you ~ Jill


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