November 23, 2019
219.8 lbs
219.8 lbs
6:55 AM - My Studio
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.[1]
… looking for words of comfort, these stop by… H tuned me into an article in Rolling Stone that suggests the Senate could be in play in 2020... oh that it could be so!... a walk, not as far as i would have liked, but enough pictures taken... having this urge to disconnect, find refuge in better thoughts than the current political situation allows, i was so depressed yesterday, thinking how clear the case of impeachable actions is and how unlikely it is that a single Republican will break ranks and help save the country from a precipice we are in severe danger of going over... S got another mention in the Jonathan Blaustein blog, wow, twice in quick succession, jealous, confidence faltering, how often i have to remind myself to just make the work, stick to my vision, for better or worse, that is the only song i have to sing, i sing it resolutely... i seem to be shifting my work lately, color for one... was reviewing work on flickr, not too much recognition, considering a change in tack there... i’ve been re-reading Art Can Help, by Robert Adams, a lesson just now, when a picture strikes you speak simply about why, in this way we fully appreciate what we are seeing and we have critiqued the photo...

[1] Kahlil Gibran, The Profit
[1] Kahlil Gibran, The Profit
