Journeys

This marks my entry into the public domain, revealing my private photographic journeys. The sights that captivate me, whether by the light, face, gesture, posture, setting, etc. are visualized first through my eyes and then made permanent via my camera's lens. My wanderings which produce these visual records of my daily life lead inevitably to thoughts. The ideas triggered by these sights become mini- photo essays on philosophical subjects which help me investigate the nature of existence.

my Birthday - "Renascence" - a Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Infinity

Came down and settled over me;        

Forced back my scream into my chest,

Bent back my arm upon my breast,

And, pressing of the Undefined

The definition on my mind,

Held up before my eyes a glass        

Through which my shrinking sight did pass

Until it seemed I must behold

Immensity made manifold;

Whispered to me a word whose sound

Deafened the air for worlds around,        

And brought unmuffled to my ears

                    The gossiping of friendly spheres,

                                            The creaking of the tented sky,

The ticking of Eternity.

 

I saw and heard and knew at last        

The How and Why of all things, past,

And present, and forevermore.

Paradox of Finitude

The more one experiences a sense of insignificance and futility the more one is charged with life, joy, fear, compassion. As J. Brodsky spoke at a Dartmouth commencement "In Praise of Boredom":

                               "Passion is the privilege of the Insignificant."

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"She was deprived of presumptions, persuasions, complications, lies, every braided arrangement that made it possible to live."    ---    Don DeLillo in The Ivory Acrobat

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Love on St. Valentine's Day

 

"Scrutiny and interpretation are the gist of any intense human interplay, and of love in particular. They are also the most powerful source of literature (and all Art)... where one is trying to figure out the beloved and what makes her/him tick." __ Joseph Brodsky, On Grief and Reason

 

 

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Skips in my Life

How to explain a seven month hiatus? Life has its tides, and mine was ebbing while nurturing my inner reserves hidden from a public eye. But now the flood has returned with a strong full snow moon tide, and I emerge from hibernation with renewed creative energies.

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... " almost like the jumping of a pen. The flick of ink across a page. The great surprise of the next stroke. The boundlessness of it all... akin to a journey across the sky, ... the sudden shock of new weather, a wall of sunshine, or a pelt of hail, or the emergence from a bank of cloud."  __  Colum McCann, TransAtlantic

 

 

 

 

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Poet Paul Valery: “Seeing is forgetting the name of the thing one sees."

“Seeing is forgetting the name of the thing one sees." --

 Paul Valéry

 

Light is not a "thing" as such, despite being both particle and wave. Its presence or absence is something we feel innately, seasonally, diurnally. The isolation of light in a dark space has a different effect than that of darkness surrounded by light as in entering a cave or movie theater. Also the color or frequency of light has a profound effect on mood and perception. Light is the paradoxical medium of seeing and forgetting or remembering or both all at once.

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Striders & Strivers

Watching people pass me by unnoticed in busy midtown I see the wide mix of NYC life flow or race by. All kinds of faces, clothing, gait, and things in tow add to the infinite variety of humanity which intrigue my inquisitive gaze.  As an outside stationary observer I can imagine either the distance separating human lives or the drive to narrow and bridge the gaps. The basic human instinct for interconnectivity exists even in the heart of this metropolis.

 

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At Home in Home-less-Ness

Freedom in solitude, relating only to oneself and to things in the moment, ignoring the presence of others. A different fantasy of the real takes over. The material needs and desire for possessions are reformulated.

Astor Place and passersby

Astor Place and passersby

Plastic bag man, Soho

Plastic bag man, Soho

Funky sleeper, Duane Park, Tribeca

Funky sleeper, Duane Park, Tribeca

Pollock style splatter, 34th St. subway

Pollock style splatter, 34th St. subway

camping out in front of Crunch, Soho

camping out in front of Crunch, Soho

Contemplation, steps Independence Plaza, Tribeca

Contemplation, steps Independence Plaza, Tribeca

Sunny siesta, Hudson River Park, Tribeca

Sunny siesta, Hudson River Park, Tribeca

Portage of worldly belongings, Tribeca

Portage of worldly belongings, Tribeca

Illuminations - MOMA Rain Room

    pellucid beams of light refract through artificial water torrents

                                          Rimbaud's poetry Illuminations:

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                                                                                                 After the Deluge

As soon as the idea of the Deluge had subsided,                                                                                                                                                           A hare stopped in the clover and swaying flower-bells, and said a prayer to the rainbow, through the spider's web.

Reflections of Reality

Is seeing forms in shadows merely illusions? What is reality and true existence?

   Are shadows things in themselves or always reflections of unseen things as in Plato's allegorical cave?

    Seeing is not always believing but a tool for creative imagination of an inner truth.

©2013 Margaret Dessau. All rights reserved.

Non- Mothers Day

Millerton Overlook

Millerton Overlook

Another serendipitous encounter with a fellow journey-woman/ seeker at the top of the hill overlooking the old Silo Farms off rte. 44. A peaceful afternoon break breathing in fresh country air under sunshine and fluffy cumulus clouds. Rima was there already spreading a blanket with a book, Letting Go, picturing penguins diving boldly into the sea as a group. Janis Joplin and red- winged blackbirds, a true symphony. Deep conversation in learning about a stranger who shares a love of making art as a way to self- knowledge and healing scars.

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A sea change

Taking advantage of a free hour yesterday, I wandered without aiming for a particular destination, open to destiny's random chances with my eyes wide open & my iphone 5 on the ready. 

Starting out at West 25th Street & 10th Avenue, I knew I'd stop off at galleries but without the aid, (or hindrance of preconception) given in the Gallery Guide, I just went where my eyes beckoned. It was a grey and gloomy day, so large airy white cube  spaces seemed anodyne. 

First stop into the new Pace Gallery under the Highline. I skipped by the cutesy sculptures at the east end and was then uncontrollably sucked in by the huge Richard Misrach "On the Beach" photo panels. Their viewpoint from above and at a great distance with miniscule surfers in the wide rippling ocean and beach people on the sand is surreal and distanced me from reality.

I the Itinerant Photographer

This marks my entry into the public domain, revealing my private photographic journeys. However, this is hardly a new "Beginning" in this activity which has led me along untold fascinating byways for many, many years. The sites that captivate me, whether by the light, face, gesture, posture, setting, etc. were marked first through my eyes and then made permanent via my camera's lens. My wanderings which produce these visual records of my daily life lead inevitably to thoughts. The ideas triggered by these sights become mini- photo essays on philosophical subjects which help me to  investigate the nature of existence.

Herald Square photo shoot

Herald Square photo shoot