Love

... just you were planning to drown.

Fabric of the unspoken

An angel descends

... and grieves.

Ghost orchid up close

... go see the Spike Jonze film, ADAPTATION.

Row your boat

... for life is but a dream.

Deep forest

... from a dream in my imagined life.

Norman Foster :: Millau Viaduct

One of the tallest, and beautiful, bridges in the world joins two plateaus in the Massif Central region of France... "to dance across the valley delicately."

Spoon

No doubt -- the spoon is my favorite utensil, even more than chopsticks. A very dear friend remarks that it is not useful for eating meat. Well, the outer edge must be sharpen to double as a cutting knife.

[Voice-over: "I cannot understand that American expression... you know, one about how life is like a bowl of cherries."]

Reflection

Disparate images can co-exist without logical contradictions. Some are self-referential, those are reflections. Find the point of refraction, and split the images. Any sense of conflict is due solely to our habitual way of thinking -- our conditioning. We can carry that around like heavy baggage. The point is to travel, light as possible.

Dream

In Eliseo Subiela's film, Don't Die Without Telling Me Where You're Going, the main character invents a machine which records dreams for later playback. Inspired by this, I placed my phone camera under my pillow with the hope that latent images from my dreams would appear in the pix folder. Actually, my love who was so far away was breaking my heart that evening, and I wanted light to enter through the cracks. She promised to call me after midnight, but the phone never rang all morning -- it was unconscious.

Corridor

Following the image of my dream last night, I found myself here during the day. Through the corridor is a cinematheque. I need to stay in the sunlight though...

Plans

Plans and intentions become more concrete as Representation. The final outcome is also Represention. We are dealing with forms: in-your-head vs. out-of-your-head.

White leather

I noticed how taut it was stretched. Then the red surface captures the eye. Imagine a movie set where the ambience is more private...

Penthouse

Yes, a very beautiful woman lives on the top floor. She looks down at this gorgeous tree -- knowing that they both share ephemeral qualities. A leaf slowly falls through the sunroof of my car, and lands on the passenger seat.

Great river

The word 'Mississippi,' meaning "great river," probably originates from the Algonquian language (but cf. Ojibwe "misi-ziibi"). Words are filters, just as the color blue is allowed to filtered through in the image above.

The Seine river flows near Giverny in France. One day in 1897 Claude Monet sees it through his eyes. He creates an interpretation in oil paints. What beauty! It is subsequently photographed, existing in the alternate medium of film. A reproduction is printed in a huge coffee table book. I randomly opened a copy of the book's proofs near the fireplace at the reception area of my son's school. In my mind's eye, I see the Mississipi River of last Friday afternoon. My phone camera captures the image which then travels through the air waves to this blog's server. You now see it here -- as rendition of digital information (JPEG format), whose source is Monet's digits.

The river has been re-transmitted at least eight times. This is the flow of cinema: from eye to various mediums, edited, refined and degraded -- then to your eye, hopefully your third one, because it is not only what you have seen, but what you have heard in words, which crystallizes into an idea, taking on a life of its own.

Longing

Some 1,200 years after the crucifixion Rumi, the Persian poet, wrote:

Longing is the core of mystery
Longing itself brings the cure
The only rule is: suffer the pain.

Your desire must be disciplined
and what you want to happen in time,
sacrificed.

Well, 900 years after those words, I'm beginning to understand...

The book

... of hours,

in reflection.

Autumn Tree

with fallen colors...

let the light shine forth.

Butterfly

her delicate belly through the glass...

visible, it's time to Soar.

Heart

Open your heart. Love and be loved.
Allow your suffering to die.
For-give.

[Location: College of St. Catherine, MN]