Schaeffer observed that an amoeba placed on a cylindrical surface always moved in a spiral path around the cylinder…. when he asked a blindfolded man to walk in a straight line in field, he found that he did the same.
Wabi Sabi - “imperfect, impermanent and incomplete”
Pushing the edges of the frame. A few brown leaves. Engrossed in negative space. Elements that filmmakers and artists should strive for if only because of it’s rarity. Even more rare today due to our ability to undo, seamlessly sample and infinitely edit and reedit.
~ü
[Image: Cliona Doyle, Before the Storm, Etching]
Mood. The abstract mostly invisible concept that escapes most photographers and filmmakers. The celluloid only records the facts in front of it, it’s up to the photographer to frame it. Amazingly, if two photographers shoot the same subject, the mood they capture may be radically different.
This photo is special. The film grain. The hue of the red. The depth of field that drops off and distorts perspective. The symmetry. The confrontational realism. The composite parts make it more than just a fish or a shot of sushi. It has a place in time that isn’t today - but isn’t too far from it - and thus has a sense of memory. A sense of history. These attributes extend it beyond the frame. That extension is mood.
~ü
Believe me, no need for remorse. Destroying is better than creating when we’re not creating those few, truly necessary things. But then is there anything so clear and right that it deserves to live in this world? In the end what we need is some hygiene, some cleanliness, disinfection. We’re smothered by images, words and sounds that have no right to exist, coming from, and bound for, nothingness. Of any artist truly worth the name we should ask nothing except this act of faith: to learn silence. Do you remember Mallarme’s homage to the white page? And Rimbaud… a poet, my friend, not a movie director. What was his finest poetry? His refusal to continue writing and his departure for Africa. If we can’t have everything, true perfection is nothingness. Forgive men for quoting all the time.
Midwest Revolution
In a previous post I quoted an author who thought that there are quintessentially Midwestern tropes of “growth, decay and rebirth through cyclical nature.” Midwesterners, more than other United States citizens, live in cyclical, not linear time. This is mostly due to our unrelenting seasons.
Cyclical living might seem redundant, but it actually leaves more opportunity for revolution. The very word revolution alludes to the necessity of repetition to lay the ground work for true change. Revolution quite literally means to both repeat (the a wheel’s revolutions per minute) and change (the French Revolution).
In the midwest, we are getting close to another revolution. Fall.
~Schmüdde
[Image: Nikolinerlr]
But that’s what the real lie consists of, that’s the crime: lying to oneself, being in disharmony with one’s own truth, one’s own innermost knowledge of things, as revealed through one’s consciousness. Objectivity, in fact, means just this: to be in harmony with one’s own subjectivity, not to lie to oneself.
The cloud is fed by the lake. The lake is replenished by the cloud.
Nikolai Nikanorovich Dubovskoy - Silence Has Settled (1890)
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