|Hampton Beach State Park 2/14/19|
Hemmed in between crashing breakers
on one side and surging waves
of beach grass on the other
All photographs and images are by the author unless specifically identified otherwise. Note: clicking on them will make them bigger.
|Coyote at Squam Lake Nature Center 5/29/14|
CC Jean Stimmell
|Digital Image in the Style of Warhol's Famous Marilyn Monroe Diptych|
CC Jean Stimmell
|Playing in the woods behind our house|
CC Jean Stimmell: 9/2/15
|Growing up, we played these woods, which we called the "Green Forest"|
CC Jean Stimmell: 2014
A space to share my writing, images, and quotations around indigenous, philosophical, sustainable, and spiritual themes to facilitate dialogue and encourage creative exploration.
These "poetic essays" give primacy to artfulness over the conveying of information. They forsake narrative line, discursive logic, and the art of persuasion in favor of idiosyncratic meditation...
The lyric essay does not expound. It may merely mention…Generally it is short, concise and punchy like a prose poem. But it may meander, making use of other genres when they serve its purpose: recombinant, it samples the techniques of fiction, drama, journalism, song, and film [or image]…
The lyric essay often accretes by fragments, taking shape mosaically - its import visible only when one stands back and sees it whole. The stories it tells may be no more than metaphors. Or, storyless, it may spiral in on itself, circling the core of a single image or idea, without climax...
Perhaps we're drawn to the lyric now because it seems less possible (and rewarding) to approach the world through the front door, through the myth of objectivity. The life span of a fact is shrinking… We turn to the artist to reconcoct meaning from the bombardments of experience… For more, click on: Lyric Essay
Every thought, emotion, intention, attitude... shapes how our experience will unfold. This means that every single moment of consciousness is a moment of practice, whether we like it or not. We are practicing to become ourselves. (Olendzki in Tricycle)