Posts Tagged: Air

Declare your fragility

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I opened a box of eggs and found one with this beautiful feather:
white and a gentle russet colour.
I put it on the window sill in the kitchen
I took a picture of the egg and the feather trying to catch something of the lightness of the feather.
It was leaning against weights which live on the window sill and I thought the small jam jar was nice too.
Looking at the picture, I saw the juxtaposition of the very light and the heavy and thought of moods,
what weighs on the mind and the choice of lightness.
I tried to make the contrast more obvious.

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The next day I read an article by Ian Brown in which he quotes Jean Vanier
"If you want to live in hope and not fear, you have to tell the truth and declare your fragility."
It is always difficult to find a title and easy to borrow someone else's words, so I did.

from Jean Vanier: What we have to do is find the places of hope.

On the bat’s back…

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Where the bee sucks, there suck I.
In a cowslip’s bell I lie.
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
The Tempest Act 5 Scene 1
Shakespeare

Aussi léger que l’air?

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Come in

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Adrenature, Melgven

Envol et Enracinement, Encore et toujours

Envol et Enracinement

We need imagination and dreams to live a life of beauty and change and a sense of reality to avoid being lost in illusions. The right balance is for each of us to strike as we go along. I have chosen these photographs because I see each as an expression of that balance, how to belong to the air and to the earth.

Le père conçut le dédale
Avec son fils, il apprit à voler
Pour s'échapper
Mais Icare vola trop haut
et seul Dédale survécut

Prendre assez de hauteur
Pour échapper aux profondeurs
Qui seraient notre prison
Sans bruler la construction
Sans laquelle nous sommes piétons

S'enfoncer
S'envoler
S'enfoncer
S'envoler
Comme on inspire et on expire
Comme on respire
Je crois que j'ai dit ce que j'avais à dire

M Krebs Neale


The father thought the maze
With his son, he learnt to fly
To escape
But Icarus flew too high
And only Daedalus survived

Let us take enough height
To escape the depth
Which would be our prison
Without burning the construction
Without which we are pedestrians

Sink
Fly
Sink
Fly
As you breath in and you breath out

I hope I've said what I had to say

M. Krebs Neale