“In a certain sense the past is far more real, or at any rate more stable, more resilient than the present. The present slips and vanishes like sand between the fingers, acquiring material weight, only in its recollection.”
Andrei Tarkovsky
“The more one learns of this intricate interplay of soil, altitude, weather, and the living tissues of plant and insect..., the more the mystery deepens. Knowledge does not dispel mystery.”
Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain, 1977
Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.
_Georgia O'Keeffe
#ashadowpasses
"It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only, the pensive air was transparently pure and soft..."
Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale, 1851
_from Caput Mortuum II / Eight hours on Beachy Head, 2019
Time moves in one direction, memory another. We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.
William Gibson, Distrust That Particular Flavor, 2012
New 'rift & erasure' work in the journal: