my friend sarah the great dame often takes beautiful photos of things. "things" can sound pejorative in the great big world of the umbrella-term photooooooooogggrrapppppppppppphy but the thing is her things have life. i gave this lamp a crooked, off-kilter existence; she gives her "things" a triumphant, meaningful existence. they're stand-up roses, stand-up houses on a hill, heavy hearts of definition over perfectly white white white snow, air under ONE little bird hanging in the right hand corner of a muted room...THIS director IS off kilter, and so....but SHE drives straight to the point. and on, and on, and on - to the fucking point. vision is a nebulous but totally definable term. SHE as director sits you down, in beret over curls, trigger pressed - the world is as she sees it and the color slightly nicer than it REALLY is, forcefully made graceful in a world of 2-d-3-d back to 2-d with balls, gall, and a whole lot of persistence. persistence IS necessary - to make people see as you see is perhaps an endeavor i've made in vain - no one will see it like i see it - that's my shortcoming - but i clearly, clearly (or so i think) see things in her orb as she has seen them; and then she lights it up. boom / rise! this is no easy feat. this glimpse of said director's p.o.v. - not one i take lightly. what i feel when i see her images is a whole lot of calm, peace, and beauty - in a world i know is fraught with expectations, cliché, and duress. keep pressing, my love. less BECOMING great, than waiting for boneheads to get with the program. (this the program). then again, i'm not waiting - what you see is how you see is how you read is how intelligent you are - and how much heart you transmit through your particular machine, of heavy glass and pitch-black exterior.
13 January 2011
crooked white lamp first day with this particular machine of heavy glass and pitch-black exterior
my friend sarah the great dame often takes beautiful photos of things. "things" can sound pejorative in the great big world of the umbrella-term photooooooooogggrrapppppppppppphy but the thing is her things have life. i gave this lamp a crooked, off-kilter existence; she gives her "things" a triumphant, meaningful existence. they're stand-up roses, stand-up houses on a hill, heavy hearts of definition over perfectly white white white snow, air under ONE little bird hanging in the right hand corner of a muted room...THIS director IS off kilter, and so....but SHE drives straight to the point. and on, and on, and on - to the fucking point. vision is a nebulous but totally definable term. SHE as director sits you down, in beret over curls, trigger pressed - the world is as she sees it and the color slightly nicer than it REALLY is, forcefully made graceful in a world of 2-d-3-d back to 2-d with balls, gall, and a whole lot of persistence. persistence IS necessary - to make people see as you see is perhaps an endeavor i've made in vain - no one will see it like i see it - that's my shortcoming - but i clearly, clearly (or so i think) see things in her orb as she has seen them; and then she lights it up. boom / rise! this is no easy feat. this glimpse of said director's p.o.v. - not one i take lightly. what i feel when i see her images is a whole lot of calm, peace, and beauty - in a world i know is fraught with expectations, cliché, and duress. keep pressing, my love. less BECOMING great, than waiting for boneheads to get with the program. (this the program). then again, i'm not waiting - what you see is how you see is how you read is how intelligent you are - and how much heart you transmit through your particular machine, of heavy glass and pitch-black exterior.
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