Timeless

LaRiviere_Mixed_States-8

This is what I know…
The core of being
is a timeless ghost
born yesterday
and every day
through every word
and every thought
caressing the heart
of the matter.
 
Me?
I am ageless—
the same as yesterday,
with tomorrow frozen
in last night’s dream
of what will be
but never is
because this morning,
to no one’s surprise,
it was today,
and I am still
right here
right now
forever in this moment.
 
Oh, but for today…
that place,
that state,
that familiar constant
where time stands still,
and where we breathe
the essence of ourselves
until the last exhale,
which will not be tomorrow
but some other today
not unlike this one.
 
Yet… anchored as I am to the moment,
I no longer recognize myself,
not in the mirror,
not in the mortal reflection
of my outer shell
no…
but oh,
in the photos,
in the miracle of arrested time traveled
forward and permanently captured
oh yes,
there is the soul of me
the familiar one
suspended in animation
transcending the veil of decay.

The past twenty four hours have been insanely productive with much thought, contemplation, and creation. Yesterday I was feeling out of sorts, in a rut, and thinking that I was in need of a new metaphor for my life. I’m done riding the roller coaster… there’s got to be another picture that fits. The image below was an attempt to articulate the feeling, which got me thinking about these old photos of myself that have been surfacing, which then split off in two different directionsone in the form of a fully formulated project, MIXED STATES, and the other in the form of the poem above, Timeless.

New MetaphorAnd that’s how I roll… barely at all, or fast and hard in explosive creativity. The images below are from the Mixed States Project, fully fledged and barely twelve hours old. Enjoy, and thanks so much for stopping by.

Ophélie . . . continued

Craquelure

Ophélie: un état d’âme (introduced in my previous post) continues to evolve as I gather up the scattered pieces that were lost, or migrated over to other projects. Today while organizing folders I found an old file and decided to have another go at it. The image was originally comprised of a mask (photo from one of my old acrylic paintings) superimposed over the woman’s face with one of the old boxcar photos as a background. It was pretty awful, but I was determined to make it work. In the end, I ditched the mask and sandwiched the woman between two duplicate layers of the boxcar. Bam! Ophelia is totally cracking up!

While Craquelure is quite different than most of the previous works associated with this project, there’s just something about it. Maybe it’s a reminder that as humans, all of us are composed of many complex layers – layers of ourselves that we construct and deconstruct over time. We build them up, we peel them off, and sometimes they just fall off all by themselves without us even noticing.

Click here for more photos and details about this intriguing project, or go to Ophélie: un état d’âme in the drop-down menu under Projects at the top of this page. Thanks for dropping by.

 

The Nest as Metaphor

Corvus Familia Nidus

The English language is peppered with metaphors, but we don’t often think in terms of visual metaphors. We hear people describing so-and-so’s nesting instincts when preparing to start a family or buy a house; we hear about the empty nest syndrome when children have gone off to university or other parts of the world; and of course most of us have grown up knowing the expression, “Nature calls.”

Experiencing nature is a delight for the senses–it is a place where smells replace words, and where colour and sound enter the psyche. It is a place of wonder and wisdom.

Corvus Familia Nidus was created on the iPhone 4 using various apps including Brushes and ArtStudio. It was part of my solo exhibition, entitled  The Medium and the Message, at the AOM Gallery in May 2012.

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