Friday, March 30, 2012

fred mcdarrah-cafe wha?

Bob Dylan, Karen Dalton, and Fred Neil in 1961...when music that was not marred by the churning of commercialism still managed to flourish

Saturday, March 24, 2012

gelatin silver print by Walker Evans

I wonder about this woman. about this child. the pensive sculpture that mirrors the pose of the glowing young woman. and the incoherent scribblings on the wall. the crude illustrations of a reality that once existed. a reality that was once inhabited and rendered pictorially. the woman and the child in the photograph no longer exist. yet here they are. in our field of vision. creating such an illusion of expansiveness and depth that their reality seems, for a fleeting moment, attainable. death has captured the two, mercilessly. yet, here they are, anonymous phantoms that continue to crawl through the recesses of restless minds.

immemorial

nurture nature. cultivate the mind. and watch the rest of the world disintegrate.

greatness



It is humanity that is solely responsible for all that is created. If we take a brief moment to examine the magnitude of this seemingly boundless collective psyche responsible for such creation, we will be nothing short of astonished. And if we are perpetually astonished, well, the possibilities are endless. To be awestruck is to be inspired.