PABLO NERUDA AND SWEATERS: May 2011

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

personal preferences

summer is the best season, and it may be correlated with school being out (thank you alice cooper). my affinity for summer probably has something to do with the experience of spinning outside under the trees, catching the sunlight winking through the leaves in between spots of green, until one is dizzy and out of breath, the world an exciting merry-go-round of sensory experiences smashed together and melting like scoops of icecream on the sidewalk. it's a wet season - monsoons, watermelon, sweat. it is wild, it is sweet, it is sticky. time, represented by increasing doses of sunlight, becomes this beautiful golden thing that you can stretch out over distances without fear of end. summer is possibility, is running in the dusk with your arms outstretched, is the music of your back porch and the cicadas, is feeling free. it is not young and crying like spring, but it is not ready to die like fall.

Monday, May 16, 2011

so fucking special

following up on the topic of my brain and the youtube generation i clicked around to the 90s radiohead relic, 'creep', and hoh-ly crap, talk about a treasure trove of colors themes and lighting that i think about ALL THE TIME. chiaroscuro lighting that is highly conscious of black and white photography but with warm acid colors toning the highlights and shadows. that feeling of uncontrollable light that softly through yonder window breaks. the blue faces of the palpitating crowd forming a warm moist and violent womb. butterfly lighting elevating thom yorke's cheekbones into the ecstasy of st theresa. first week of photo class, finding magic in damaged photo negatives but not quite sure how to explain it to your professor. plato's cave.