There’s a very, very delicate line, a sort of razor’s edge: where is the ‘me’ being reborn, strengthened, or denied, and where is it simply being exposed, being seen directly for what it is?
The Bird Man, from the series Eyes to Fly. Nayarit, Mexico.
Graciela Iturbide looks for “surprise in ordinary things that I could have found anywhere in the world. The unconscious obsession that we photographers have is that wherever we go we want to find the theme that we carry inside ourselves.”
“There hangs in the Louvre a “Méditation du Philosophe”, whose symbolical subject matter is nothing more nor less than the human mind, with its teeming darknesses, its moments of intellectual and visionary illumination, its mysterious stairways winding downward and upward into the unknown. The meditating philosopher sits there in his island of inner illumination; and at the opposite end of the symbolic chamber, in another, rosier island, an old woman crouches before the hearth. The firelight touches and transfigures her face, and we see, concretely illustrated, the possible paradox and supreme truth - that perception is (or at least can be, ought to be) the same as Revelation, that Reality shines out of every appearance, that the One is totally, infinitely present in all particulars.”
- Aldous Huxley in Heaven and Hell (1956)
Thank you, predatorywaspobserver.
If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.