I was a young man when my father died. A year later my mother died. I wept more for my father, though I was closer to my mother. Oedipedal guilt Freud would say, but not really, for I never begrudged my father my mothers affections. He was simply a nice guy, a mostly gentle person.
After his death I took his wrist watch, not his dress watch but the one that he wore to work every day. When I would slip it on I would feel some of his energy, a tingle in my arm. Whether real or imagine the sensation was comforting.
I have in my possession an egg shaped cobble of granite, a stone that I found on a walk in the woods.It reminds me of the egg shapes in a Dali painting. I made it surreal with a hammer and chisel years ago when I was bored. I use this stone as a "kitchen rock". I crack peppercorns and pound garlic like an east Indian cook. It is very useful, better than any store bought utensil.
If you are a sensitive person, you could hold this article in your hand and feel my energy, a tingle in your arm...
2 comments:
once more . . . this time without spelling errors. :)
your granite cobble looks like a potato in the picture with that garlic (before i knew what it was by reading what you wrote). i thought you were going to post about a nice winter soup or something.
:)
you seem to know more about art than the average person. i was very intrigued by your comments about the different art movements that came about after photography and why. i took four years of art classes, two of which were art history classes, and never heard anyone put it like that. very very interesting!
and, yes, you are right—for me, photography is about emotion. i am not a technical or learned photographer. i take pictures for two reasons only. one for the thrill of finding out what my camera might capture in the everyday things all around me. two, for the beauty in lines and shapes and texture and color that are created. the only thing i could say about my photography is that it's what is on the other side of the camera that is doing all the work and being creative. i just push the button. then i pick out my favorites.
the picture you last commented on was a terra cotta brick—sort of like a cinder block—with the holes in it. i also saw the cavernous quality, and that is why i used it. it sort of conveyed the mood of empty promises that i was trying to convey.
well, maybe next time i visit, there will be a good hearty soup recipe that i can try.
:)
(also, thanks for the comment about my blog banner. i decided to leave it as is.)
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