wow, ce frumuseti aici, si imi doresc sa intru acolo,in iarna ta,la fel cum imi doream,mica,sa intru in lumea magica a televiyorului,unde totul era posibil si deja implinit:) si ma gandesc ca prezenta mea acolo ar fi ca o pasare mica, asezata pe una dintre ramuri,atat de micuta,ca un nod de pe scoarta:) imi vine sa cant tacerea iernii...
something important between the stark truth of the tree and the softness of the curtain. juxtaposition says so much. reality is created. and your place in relation to it. mine.
yes, maybe photography, all art really, is about seeing/inventing patterns in the world, in what we see, hear etc. - a specific framing of something, at some point, is all that takes to create meaning, a new one...
oh,mi-a disparut cee ce spusesem, ca inchis in spatiul de dincolo de ferestre, unde as vrea sa fim,de unde am privi lumea ca printr-o inima,sau ca printr-un nor,sau ca printr-o padure, si ce ziduri am avea acolo-ma intreb,imi spun, si imi las ochii in jos. sunt minunate, alaturi de povestea cautarii lor, unde o zapada preaalba a luat totul in ea,nu si cuvintele care aburesc in ferestre...
wow, ce frumuseti aici, si imi doresc sa intru acolo,in iarna ta,la fel cum imi doream,mica,sa intru in lumea magica a televiyorului,unde totul era posibil si deja implinit:)
ReplyDeletesi ma gandesc ca prezenta mea acolo ar fi ca o pasare mica, asezata pe una dintre ramuri,atat de micuta,ca un nod de pe scoarta:) imi vine sa cant tacerea iernii...
si eu sa caut, zambind, pasarea care canta :-)
Deletesomething important between the stark truth of the tree and the softness of the curtain. juxtaposition says so much. reality is created. and your place in relation to it. mine.
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yes, maybe photography, all art really, is about seeing/inventing patterns in the world, in what we see, hear etc. - a specific framing of something, at some point, is all that takes to create meaning, a new one...
Deleteoh,mi-a disparut cee ce spusesem, ca inchis in spatiul de dincolo de ferestre, unde as vrea sa fim,de unde am privi lumea ca printr-o inima,sau ca printr-un nor,sau ca printr-o padure, si ce ziduri am avea acolo-ma intreb,imi spun, si imi las ochii in jos.
ReplyDeletesunt minunate, alaturi de povestea cautarii lor, unde o zapada preaalba a luat totul in ea,nu si cuvintele care aburesc in ferestre...