Saturday 22 February 2014

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12 comments:

  1. hi my beautiful friend. I love the way the windows in this journal reveal the infinite numbers of windows of the soul that we peer through to reveal the universe.This lamp and this navy coloured window well the entire post reminds me of analyzing which I have been doing a lot of lately due tl protests that I have been engaged in and it is a beautiful metaphor for a "mental headache"haha

    HUGs

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    1. haha this fits here as well, mental headache :-)

      what protests?
      i don't know about the colour of analysis, i think my answer would depend on my mood. right now it is yellow :-)
      hugs and kisses :-)

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    2. Hi dear Roxana.(well maybe I don't have to say that the hi it is understood I guess haha).Oh so yellow is your answer to analysis. that is interesting-after navy blue I would choose yellow and no other colour would be possible. I think though it would have to be dark yellow.after all there may be a universal connection.
      what protests- dearest Roxana I don't tell the world is watching on line haha.

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  2. also what I meant to say was that the lamp seemed to me to be the lamp of analysis and yes I have never considered this before bur the colour of analysis must be navy blue. the navy blue just seems to harmonize with the idea of analysis.what colour do you think analysis would be Roxana?
    HUGS
    gee I hope I am not putting you under the spotlight.
    HUGS

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  3. wow,ce frumoasa este! m-a frapat, adica nu stiu daca termenul nu este cumva prea frivol, m-a impietrit, atata claritate acolo,in linii,in nuante,in concepere, parca totul ar fi fost deja spus, parca totul s-a limpezit acum, orice am face este peste, cat de mandra este aceasta imagine,si de neatins,de neclintit,ca o regina pe care o iubesti mult,dar de care nu te poti atinge...

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    1. asa iubim noi reginele :-)
      nici nu stiu de ce imi place imaginea, ca in fond nu spune mare lucru - adica nu stiam, pana sa citesc aici la tine :-)

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  4. i love this gathering of age and textures, the grey plaster (plaster?) of the wall, and the symboliste blue in the upper panes ... and, more than all else, the shy, lacy edge of a curtain that repeats the accents of the brick casement ... this window remembers an earlier day, it is a mirror for the longing of a passerby ...

    a photo quiet enough to be overlooked ... but if we stand here for a minute, it is extraordinary :-)

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    1. how right you are, quiet enough to be overlooked - i wasn't sure whether to post it, but then there was something about it which kept me staring at it, a diffuse feeling of something i couldn't pinpoint, and i posted it just based on this - but from your reaction, and erin's, and that of the others here, i seem to grasp now what i hadn't understood in the beginning... and i thank you for that :-)

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  5. My second favorite window.

    The color, the composition... magnificent.

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    1. wow this is so unexpected!!!

      but i am happy :-)

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  6. if you could see the look on my face right now you would laugh, quizzical eyebrows leaning in pointing to the unanswerable question, where does this art come from? and the photographs before this, the red windows! who makes this art, for surely it is art, the highest art, beauty, form, metaphor, story. is it the architect? the first architect birthing form and possibility itself? the next one, the one who builds the building, decides upon the which light to employ there on the wall, which sculpting around the window? the person who lives here, who imbues the window with his or her particular essence, reflections of a life lived, tastes and preferences gathered? or you, the photographer who chooses how to frame the photograph, how to shoot it, how to work the image afterward (for clearly it is your image)? my forehead is furrowed. i can't begin to imagine. the world balances just upon the precipice, pregnant with possibility.

    xo
    erin

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    1. i want to see that look :-) (i am laughing even now, without seeing it :-)
      i am very surprised that so many have stopped to contemplate and ponder so long in front of this window. the questions are of course, as you say, unanswerable, but it hardly matters, when one lives with this awareness:
      the world balances just upon the precipice, pregnant with possibility.

      (how wonderfully you put that!)

      smiling~~~

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