of thirsty light
a window in
where voyeurs peek
Woman in red
all soul exposed
Men in hats
all lust concealed
No one speaks
Painting: Nighthawks by Edward Hopper, 1942
Just for fun…while Soul Exfoliation sounds like the makings of a good rock band, it could also be the name of a new age spa with grandiose ideas. How about this for a brochure cover? Would you sign up? (I’m creating from a mid life crisis perspective here, nothing twelve year old about it!)
from the photo challenge this week, Cover Art:
the finite me
is to understand
If the humble Twinkie
can live forever
Can’t we be granted
the same endeavor?
WordPress Daily Post: Let’s ponder finity, shall we? As a word, my spellcheck hates it, and we mortals like it even less.
This challenge was a bit more difficult for me, as I realized that I take many pictures of–and am fascinated by–angles of light and shadow. But refraction seems to be less about reflection, and more about how an image is transformed in the reflection. Or even how light itself is transformed, as it passes through an object. I remember when I took this abstract composition of a broken stemmed flower I was fascinated by the way the word ‘found’ was transformed, and amplified, as it were, in each little bubble of glass….upside down.
Weekly photo challenge: ‘For this photo challenge, show us what “refraction” means to you. It could be an image taken in a reflective surface, it could be light bent from behind an object, or it could mean remedial math homework: the choice is completely up to you. I’m looking forward to seeing how you interpret “refraction.”’
Avant Garde: ‘From your musical tastes to your political views, were you ever way ahead of the rest of us, adopting the new and the emerging before everyone else?’ This question reminds me of the quote from astronomer Carl Sagan:
‘If you want to bake an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.’
What is often viewed as ‘new’, more than likely has its roots in something old. Older than ourselves. Older than our own culture.
Creative or derivative? Discoverer or inventor?
The study of ‘where ideas come from’ is a fascinating one. Whether your passion is music, painting, writing, or designing toasters; every artist wants to be an innovator. The reality is that we are likely deriving ideas from a sort of existing matrix that we benefit from whether we consciously acknowledge it or not. As a musician, I am always amazed at how composers of the last two centuries could take the merest threads of a folk tune and elaborate it into complex orchestral arrangements. But these brilliant men still started with a simple musical motif that had been in existence for many ages before them.
In this fascinating Ted Talks interview, Steven Johnson speaks of what he calls ‘the liquid network’ of ideas. He tells the intriguing story behind the birth of that ever fertile breeding ground for ideas and revolution–the European coffeehouse–and, in a funny twist, how it relates to the origins of GPS. As Johnson puts it:
“Chance favors the connected mind”.
There are many studies that show that collective brainstorming in a social environment–as opposed to solitary musings–have been the most excitingly productive. In a curious link to yesterday’s daily prompt on ‘messy’, Johnson also suggests that the socially chaotic community gathering place may be a better environment to source in our desire to think outside our individual little boxes. This phenomena has also been referred to under many studies and by names just as ‘collective intelligence’. (There is a thought-provoking book entitled, The Wisdom of Crowds.)
In a recent post over at my genusrosa blog, I touched lightly on this topic: Gossamer Abundant, as it is one that continues to fascinate me. Gossamer threads of connectedness…open platform of shared ideas….liquid network….the ‘ambient ether’ of Georges Santayana….all ways to attempt to describe how we become more than the sum of our individual parts.
To be truly avant garde is rare. The simple answer to the day’s question for me is: no, I am never avant garde. My built in WordPress spellcheck won’t even let me spell avant garde without officiously correcting it for me into something ordinary and of my own language. It’s annoying me greatly, but can I argue with it?
The truth is, even if you are leading the pack, you are still one of a pack. If you are the latest rage of ‘strawberry balsamic ice cream dusted with fennel pollen’, you are still ice cream. You haven’t invented the universe.
After writing this post, I am craving a cup of coffee, and a slice of warm apple pie served with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream. How ordinary. How simply perfect. Who first thought of it?
It’s been said by some
my slippery slope
of thoughtless word
when said distinctly
is to put it
The flickering light of lovers
shines on the screen of our memories
Our romance more romantic
As Time Goes By;
Dreamy….an old projector
the perfect gift
for my vintage film loving