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A writing on Danish artist Jesper Just whose video performance is exhibited:
“No Man is an Island”
Grace Weir’s “3 different nights, recurring” draws on mediation of memory through photography. Looking through an activity of what is time and what is place, and the romantic of everyday. Journey. Conversations of the history of time. What is real? What seems fixed is actually not fixed, as it is moving through space and time.
She was inspired by William Parsons who built the world’s largest telescope and proved the spiral shape of galaxies. He went out every night and drew the stars.
“Sketched on paper still wet with the dew”
“I’m most interested in a straight photograph (i.e., it looks like the world) that “works” but just how it works is elusive. I heard Winogrand praising Kertész for making photographs from nothing, which I took to mean he made his images using very meager content – never anything sensational. Winogrand also said something about interesting photographs being the ones where the form was on the verge of overwhelming the content or where the content was on the verge of overwhelming the form – maybe that’s the same as saying don’t be too obvious. What interests me is the quality of intelligence/feeling that a photographer can get across in his or her work – an intelligence that perhaps springs from a deep and private interior place and then joins in collaboration with the outer world as if by magic. Cartier-Bresson advised young photographers to read Zen in the Art of Archery – perhaps the issue of quality in photography is simply a matter of good zen vs. bad zen.”
Henri Cartier-Bresson’s Marilyn
Walking a storm,
my mind’s unravelling,
the winds unyielding
as the darkness fades,
the moonlit land un-veils
a shadow of me
“How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole”
― C.G. Jung
“The shadow escapes from the body like an animal we had been sheltering.”
― Gilles Deleuze,
“What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.”
― Oscar Wilde,
“This explosive psychological ‘sneaking’ occurs when a woman suppresses large parts of self into the shadows of the psyche. In the view of analytical psychology, the repression of both negative and positive instincts, urges, and feelings into the unconscious causes them to inhabit a shadow realm. While the ego and superego attempt to continue to censor the shadow impulses, the very pressure that repression causes is rather like a bubble in the sidewall of a tire. Eventually, as the tire revolves and heats up, the pressure behind the bubble intensifies, causing it to explode outward, releasing all the inner content.
The shadow acts similarlyY We find that by opening the door to the shadow realm a little, and letting out various elements a few at a time, relating to them, finding use for them, negotiating, we can reduce being surprised by shadow sneak attacks and unexpected explosions.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés,