Photographed by Ugo Mulas
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Upcoming Event
Colleen Mullins will be exhibiting her work from a project entitled Elysium, a collection of images documenting and describing the landscape of New Orleans that has been overlooked in the tragedy of Post-Katrina recovery. Her images not only evoke a sense of the event that forever altered the landscape, but also pose the questions of where priorities and responsibilities lay in the stewardship of a distinctly unique urban forest. She will be speaking about her project on February 29th at 6pm at the 9th Street Entry Gallery in St. Paul, with a reception to follow.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Neruda
My Aunt and Uncle just returned from Chile, where they visited Pablo Neruda's nautical themed home in Valparaiso. They said it was quite the experience, reflecting aspects of a ship in every room. My uncle told me that in fact Neruda was not a sailor, and was in fact deathly afraid of the water. I find this compelling based upon the imagery in so many of his poems is based on waves, water, and cyclical gravitation...oh the irony of fear and desire.
At any rate, a poem on a Sunday.
Love by Pablo Neruda
What's wrong with you, with us,
what's happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.
What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.
And how empty you went through the world
like a wheat-colored jar
without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
nothing,
beneath your double breast scarcely
raised
a current of crystalline order
that does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why,
my love, why?
At any rate, a poem on a Sunday.
Love by Pablo Neruda
What's wrong with you, with us,
what's happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.
What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.
And how empty you went through the world
like a wheat-colored jar
without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
nothing,
beneath your double breast scarcely
raised
a current of crystalline order
that does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why,
my love, why?
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Portfolio Review at MCP
Information on how to have me look at your work if you happen to be in the Twin Cities on Saturday February 23rd from 1:00-3:00pm at the Minnesota Center for Photography.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Upcoming Photo Shows-MPLS/Philly
Ryan Widger is showing SOLO at the Kelly Webber Gallery in April...
check this promo video out for more information on Mr. Widger and his work.
http://dskessler.com/studioscopic/
James Henkel is exhibting at Gallery CO opening this weekend in Minneapolis...
http://www.galleryco.net/current/
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Somedays you eat the bar, and others, well...
To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another:
that is perhaps the most difficult of all out tasks, the ultimate, the last test and
proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. For this reason young
people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to
learn it. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered close about
their lonely, timid, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. But learning
time is always a long, secluded time, and so loving, for a long while ahead and
far into life, is solitude, intensified and deepened loneness for him who loves.
Love is at first not anything that means merging, giving over and uniting with
another (for what would a union be of something unclarified and unfinished,
still subordinate?), it is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become
world, to become world for himself for another's sake. It is a great exacting claim
upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things. Only in
this sense, as the task of working at themselves ("to hearken and to hammer day
and night"), might young people use the love that is given them. Merging and
surrendering and every kind of communion is not for them (who must save and
gather for along, long time still), is the ultimate, is perhaps that for which
human lives as yet scarcely suffice.
Whoever looks seriously at it finds that neither for death, which is difficult,
nor for difficult love has any explanation, any solution, any hint of way yet
been discerned; and for these two problems that we carry wrapped up and
hand on without opening, it will not be possible to discover any general rule
resting in agreement. But in the same measure in which we begin as individuals
to put life to the test, we shall, being individuals, meet these great things at
closer range. The demands which the difficult work of love makes upon our
development are more than life-size, and as beginners we are not up to them.
But if we nevertheless hold out and take this love upon us as burden and
apprenticeship, instead of losing ourselves in all the light and frivolous play,
behind which people have hidden from the most earnest earnestness of their
existence - then a little progress and alleviation will perhaps be perceptible
to those who come long after us; that would be much.
Rainer Maria Rilke
from Letters to a Young Poet
that is perhaps the most difficult of all out tasks, the ultimate, the last test and
proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. For this reason young
people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to
learn it. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered close about
their lonely, timid, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. But learning
time is always a long, secluded time, and so loving, for a long while ahead and
far into life, is solitude, intensified and deepened loneness for him who loves.
Love is at first not anything that means merging, giving over and uniting with
another (for what would a union be of something unclarified and unfinished,
still subordinate?), it is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become
world, to become world for himself for another's sake. It is a great exacting claim
upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things. Only in
this sense, as the task of working at themselves ("to hearken and to hammer day
and night"), might young people use the love that is given them. Merging and
surrendering and every kind of communion is not for them (who must save and
gather for along, long time still), is the ultimate, is perhaps that for which
human lives as yet scarcely suffice.
Whoever looks seriously at it finds that neither for death, which is difficult,
nor for difficult love has any explanation, any solution, any hint of way yet
been discerned; and for these two problems that we carry wrapped up and
hand on without opening, it will not be possible to discover any general rule
resting in agreement. But in the same measure in which we begin as individuals
to put life to the test, we shall, being individuals, meet these great things at
closer range. The demands which the difficult work of love makes upon our
development are more than life-size, and as beginners we are not up to them.
But if we nevertheless hold out and take this love upon us as burden and
apprenticeship, instead of losing ourselves in all the light and frivolous play,
behind which people have hidden from the most earnest earnestness of their
existence - then a little progress and alleviation will perhaps be perceptible
to those who come long after us; that would be much.
Rainer Maria Rilke
from Letters to a Young Poet
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
From MNCP's Website: Steve Benson
 Steven Benson |
Second Tuesday Lecture + Steven Benson:
The Cost of Power in China: The Three Gorges Dam and the Yangtze River Valley
January 8, 2008 - 7:00 PM
Photographer Steven Benson will discuss his much acclaimed photo essay documenting 400 miles of the Yangtze River valley before the reservoir behind the Three Gorges dam filled in 2003 flooding 13 cities, 140 towns, 1,352 villages and forcing two million people to leave their ancestral homes. He will address, from an interdisciplinary perspective, the construction of the world's largest dam and the effect it has had on the valley's people and their way of life. A book of this work was published in 2006 by Black Opal Press with essays by A.D. Coleman and Dai Qing and a limited number of copies will be available for signing.Bio
Steven Benson received a Masters Degree from Cranbrook Academy of Art. He has received numerous fellowships and grants, including three Creative Artist Grants (Michigan Council for the Arts) and an NEA/ArtsMidwest Fellowship. Benson is in many private and public collections, including Museum of Fine Art (Houston), Detroit Institute of Arts, Bibliotheque Nationale (France), Centre Georges Pompidou, Museet for Fotokunst (Denmark). His recent exhibitions are FotoFest Biennial, Argentinean Biennial of Documentary Photography (2004), International Festival of Photography (Poland), Internationale Fototage Biennial (Germany, 2005), International Photography Gathering (Syria), Daegu Photo Biennale (South Korea), Lianzhou International Festival of Photography (China), Odense Foto Triennale (Denmark, 2006), retrospective FlatFile Galleries (Chicago, 2007), FotoFest 2008 Biennial. His book, The Cost of Power in China: The Three Gorges Dam and the Yangtze River Valley, with essays by A.D. Coleman and Dai Qing - interview by Jens Friis - was published by Black Opal Press in 2006.
web links:
www.stevenbenson.com
Monday, January 07, 2008
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
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