25.5.14

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  1. it's so strange to me how familiar your stories are, as though they are my own. I don't mean that your photographs seem like mine, but that the nostalgia they are imbued with feels like the sense I have of the world.

    are they actually polaroids, maria? or are they photos from a digital camera formatted afterward? I'm interested. I have been thinking about rudimentary photo equipment and how this translates in images. it seems to me there is something more real in what is less, or what is less perfect. high performance digital cameras can take realistic shots, pixel by pixel, in effect reproducing reality. for me this is so what? however, rudimentary photographs seem to open a window beyond what is obviously focused upon. in the gaps of reproduction life rushes in, mystery.

    I find your work beautiful, curious, intoxicating and alluring.

    I recently read this poem by Robert Bly on-line, Heat. unfortunately I can't find it anywhere but on one site and so I'm not sure it is the full poem or an exert but it speaks to what stands behind the poem or the word. it is the same for me in terms of the photograph.


    Behind matter there is some kind of heat,
    around and behind things,

    so that what we experience is not the turtle
    nor the night only,

    not the rising whirlwind, not the certainty,
    nor the steady gaze.

    xo
    erin

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