A heavy storm is brewing. It is something in the air. Birds seeking shelter. Grounds still deep frozen … warm air swirling around.
Everybody is feeling nervous.
Retreating home for the weekend … will work on my book.
Monthly Archive for February, 2011
I was standing at the kitchen window looking onto the backyard yesterday after I posted the last image with the failed flash – the one that looked like a Luc Tuymans painting.
It is funny how you can never escape your past. You think you left it behind and then one small thing happens by accident and all is there again, as if it had never left. In a way, it is good, at least for me it feels like a good thing, because I like my past and I just moved on to other territories because I felt I had reached a limit back then. Now it is as if the old can give new meaning to the new, and the limitations I saw in the past … well … they kind of evaporated. Cities and landscapes of possibilities are coming into existance before my eyes.
At the end it is always the same-same anyway. I am always after the same things and the questions that thrilled me some years ago when I was using one kind of language are the same questions that thrill me today while using another language to deal with it. When it is not about the answer, it totally does not matter what languages you use, unless you have a specific peer group you want to reach.
If it is about the questions, you will be creating variations of it. Testing how far you can go without leaving the playground. How close can you come without loosing the focus. And then again, what happens when you loose the focus? Maybe there is something to gain there … maybe there is something important beyond the focus. Of course there is. If you deal with symbols, you have to be able to move beyond them. But that is another topic.
Let me finish my tea and get back to work.
No idea what went wrong here, but I like it.
This image was taken with the same camera settings as the two pictures that came before and the two pictures that came after it, which looked totally normal. While this picture looks more like a painting by Luc Tuymans than anything else.
I actually have a work of Tuymans hanging here … He has always been one of my favorites.
Sometimes it seems perfectly good when things go wrong.
Harmony.
Most of us wish for it.
Most of us act against it’s fulfillment.
