Wednesday, November 12, 2014
to say that a thing is beautiful
I am not interested in shooting new things – I am interested to see things new.
- Ernst Hass
“To say that a thing is beautiful is simply an act of faith, not a measurement on some kind of scale.”
- Édouard Vuillard.
Here is where the real test begins, in winter, when the light is minimal, and there is a sameness to the landscape. Of course, the snow changes everyday, much like Cezanne's sugar bowl, but the stuff is difficult to capture in any meaningful way. Plus: cold. Very cold.
One becomes thinned out, one's seeing is strained, hard earned, difficult. One is always waiting as an artist or writer, but now, we wait even more, for less.
It's been grey for days here, but once in a while the sun has broken out for 10 minutes. It reaches far into the house, low.
I've shot the light on this particular carpet several times. But this time, faint lines, of what is called 'god light' appear beside the central beam of light.
It seems beautiful to me, this simple photograph. And this when I'm completely dissatisfied with every other photograph I've taken for weeks. Which could just be this ongoing insanely exhausting cold I happen to have.
Well in any case and, as Emily Dickinson might say: it's all I have to bring today.