… not that I’m taking a break from shooting them, mind you… Don’t you worry your little ol’ pea-pickin’ hearts about that one…!
… and what shall we say to the woman who’s not impressed by a sky full of light, and well-crafted clouds… who moans at the cruel Fate maliciously denying her a day of sunshine? Will she be any the more impressed by an imaginative etude, as the objects of her scorn are likened to ethereal billows of life itself; eerily suspended above our heads; and so, so necessary to our continued existence?
“… if I may be allowed to paraphrase… See with what marvelous light is man and all his work illuminated…” EJ Liederstein – at a symposium on The Usage of Light in the Arts.
“What is a systematic school of thought on the fundamental questions of life, but an attempt to look at the sun through a filter that allows for longer glimpses than would be possible with out those lenses…? Its all a matter of sustained study; of getting the most comprehensive evidence possible, without doing damage to the one doing the observing. I had almost typed ‘without destroying the observer…’” EJ Liederstein
More sensory impressions… always more. Take them all in… live in your senses. Do not suffer through intolerable noise; accept it, parse it… internalize it, that you may recall individual sounds later, when noise is not available to you. Do you remember the smell of Beignets, from the Café Du Mondé? Do you remember smelling them eighteen months after the fact, as if they were still right in front of you, fresh and piping hot from the oven? And what sights does that memory ignite? Do you not see the confections-in-question there before you? Do you not see the café and the square where it resides in front of you? With the tables spread under the porch roof, and the lines waiting to get in, like an audience of rabid connoisseurs attending a master recital at the old Athenaeum at Chatauqua? Can you not still see that caricature of your small self, drawn for you by a talented street artist? Do you not feel the astonishingly soggy heat of a midday Louisiana sun beating down upon the back of your …