March 9, 2013 § Leave a comment

“Dogmatism of all kinds–scientific, economic, moral, as well as political–are threatened by the creative freedom of the artist. This is necessarily and inevitably so. We cannot escape our anxiety over the fact that the artists together with creative persons of all sorts, are the possible destroyers of our nicely ordered systems.” – Rollo May


Creative Block

February 27, 2013 § Leave a comment

“Blockage can occur if you decide, at a conscious or unconscious level, that the world is too sick, difficult, unresponsive, alienating, stupid, or bourgeois a place in which to do art. In a manner of speaking, you judge the world a fraud or a failure. This judgement is often tied to your feeling unrecognized, unrewarded, rejected, and embattled. But the judgement may arise independent of your personal frustrations, independent of the cattle-call auditions you endure or the embarrassing smallness of the roles you win. It may come upon you simply because you chanced to watch the news.

It is easy to grow cynical or misanthropic, but it is harder to realisze that such cynicism can become a source of blockage. The artist, angered or saddened by the world, may not understand that his blockage is more accurately his refusal to bring art products into a world that he does not love.”

– Eric Maisel

To See and Be Seen

December 19, 2012 § Leave a comment

“I guess I told you about myself to a degree, just by telling you about people like me”

— K’naan

My experience is that often times photographers and filmmakers have experienced some form of painful loss or abandonment in life. The art form necessitates connection with the world and can link someone back to the living world in a concrete way. Many photographers, because they have never felt truly part of life, instead become powerful witnesses to it. They become what Peter Gzowski called “a bridge of love for light to pass.” Never fully invested in the conflicts they cover, they can practice objectivity, and become a strong bridge of love rather than the arbritors of right and wrong.

In many ways to be looked at is to be loved. To be seen is to be loved; while seeing the other, we attempt to know him or her. To know is to love.  The documentarian seeks to communicate that a life is worthy of something important and permanent;  she seeks to produce a work of art that has a meaning in time.

Photography and film, I believe, begin at the moment when an artist wishes to break the alienation she feels from life; through filming life she becomes a part of it;  by photographing life, he enters into it.  A camera is an outstretched hand, “grab onto me,” it says, not knowing who needs the other more; does the filmmaker need the subject or does the subject need the filmmaker?

Photography can be the most distilled act of love possible, that which says: I see you, unveiled, without your armour.

It’s Not Over

July 23, 2012 § Leave a comment

“It’s not over until love happens.”  Byron Katie.

Chair Photo Series — We Should be Held and Be Forgiven

April 12, 2012 § Leave a comment


by Ken Babstock

Awareness was
It sputtered.
And some of the time you were seen asleep.

So trying to appear whole
you asked of the morning:
Is he free
who is not free
 from pain?

It started to rain
a particulate
of flecked grey;
the dogs wanted out
into their atlas of smells;
to pee where before
they had peed,
and might well
pee again –
though it isn’t
a certainty.

What is?
In the set, called Phi,
of all possible
physical worlds
resembling this one,
in which, at time t,
was written
‘Is he free who is not free–‘
and comes the cramp.

Do you want to be singular
onstage, praised,
or blamed?
I watched a field of sun —
 flowers dial their
ruddy faces toward
what they needed
and was good.
At noon they were
chalices upturned,
and I lived in that
same light but felt alone.

I chose to phone my brother,
over whom I worried,
and say so.
He whispered,
lacked affect.
He’d lost my
record collection
to looming debt.
I forgave him —
through weak connections,
through buzz
and oceanic crackle —
without choosing to,
because it was him
I hadn’t lost;
and later cried
myself to sleep.
In that village near Dijon,
Called Valley of Peace
a pond reflected its dragonflies
over a black surface at night,

and the nuclear reactor’s
far-off halo of green light
changed the night sky
to the west.
A pony brayed, stamping
a hoof on inlaid stone.
The river’s reeds
lovely, but unswimmable.
World deth on the event horizon
vigils in candles with cups

I’ve mostly replaced my records,
and acted in ways
I can’t account for.

Cannot account for
what you’re about to do.
We should be held and be forgiven.

Chair Photo Series

April 12, 2012 § Leave a comment


Heroes in the Seaweed

March 2, 2012 § Leave a comment

There are heroes in the seaweed 
There are children in the morning 
They are leaning out for love 
And they will lean that way forever 

-Leonard Cohen, Susanne


February 15, 2012 § 1 Comment

“Forgiveness ends all suffering and loss.”

-A Course in Miracles

There is no Loss

February 13, 2012 § Leave a comment

“There is no loss too great or challenge too overwhelming, provided you are anchored in your vision and your values, while following your destiny.”

-Thomas Moore, Dark Nights of the Soul


February 9, 2012 § Leave a comment

“Self-worth bestows a sense of confidence, expectation of success, and ability to love.  Decide on clear boundaries and limits and firmly decline to let others step over them or manipulate you, you will earn respect.

When you value yourself, you become open and friendly, slow to take offence, and quick to forgive.

Remind yourself that you are likeable and loveable. Do not let others press your buttons.  Stand tall and confident.

With true self-worth, you radiate a golden aura which enfolds others and makes them feel good too.”

-Tarot Card

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