The negative has been torn by accident. The image was taken on the beach in Tel Aviv. Down the coast on the left is Gaza and Lebanon up the coast is to the right. A ‘happy’ accident for the negative to be torn to create a spear? Destiny is shaped by mankind yet the path that is individually and collectively made has for thousands of years been mainly the wrong ones. I came across a poem by Max Ehrmann below and knew these were the words I wanted to put with this accident of an image.
“Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love – for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment is it perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you from misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.”
Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life
“Throw a stick, and the servile dog wheezes and pants and stumbles to bring it to you. Do the same before a cat, and he will eye you with coolly polite and somewhat bored amusement. And just as inferior people prefer the inferior animal which scampers excitedly because someone else wants something, so do superior people respect the superior animal which lives its own life and knows that the puerile stick-throwings of alien bipeds are none of its business and beneath its notice. The dog barks and begs and tumbles to amuse you when you crack the whip. That pleases a meekness-loving peasant who relishes a stimulus to his self importance. The cat, on the other hand, charms you into playing for its benefit when it wishes to be amused; making you rush about the room with a paper on a string when it feels like exercise, but refusing all your attempts to make it play when it is not in the humour. That is personality and individuality and self-respect — the calm mastery of a being whose life is its own and not yours — and the superior person recognises and appreciates this because he too is a free soul whose position is assured, and whose only law is his own heritage and aesthetic sense.” H.P. Lovecraft
It all seems so very long ago now. From 2001 until 2008 I walked the beaches of Brighton just getting lost in thought and taking the occasional image. It became and still is my meditation but now I walk in woods instead of on the beach. Gone are the lovers and seagulls and now its the time of the tree. Its funny how I’ve drifted creatively.
Looking through my work it has evolved (as it should) but I’ve got no idea where it’s heading right now. Im never happy with what I produce and find fault easily but thats my drive to create that one image that I get a shiver down my spine and think YES!
The Beach Lovers series was produced listening to 2 Pac (Picture Me Rollin), The Foo Fighters (Aurora) and Puddle Of Mud (Blurry). The woodlands project is being produced listening to Godspeed (09-15-00), Esmerine (Snow Day For Llasa) and Tool (10,000 Days). Musical taste moves with the creative journey I guess.. …
“We are drowning in information, while starving for wisdom” – E O Wilson
“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” – “If you imagine someone who is brave enough to withdraw all his projections, then you get an individual who is conscious of a pretty thick shadow. Such a man has saddled himself with new problems and conflicts. He has become a serious problem to himself, as he is now unable to say that they do this or that, they are wrong, and they must be fought against. He lives in the “House of the Gathering.” Such a man knows that whatever is wrong in the world is in himself, and if he only learns to deal with his own shadow he has done something real for the world. He has succeeded in shouldering at least an infinitesimal part of the gigantic, unsolved social problems of our day.” – Carl Jung
“The most beautiful and most profound experience is the sensation of the mystical. It is the sower of all true science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their primitive forms. This knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness.” ~ Albert Einstein