Epsom with my 35mm film camera now long gone and printed it in
my darkroom now long gone of my son whose childhood is now long
gone, swinging off the fence of a cemetery whose inhabitants are
now– even more – long gone.
All photographs and images are by the author unless specifically identified otherwise. Note: clicking on them will make them bigger.
A boy swims along the algae-filled coastline of China 7/15/11 (Reuters/China Daily) |
Constellations_of_Crux,_Centaurus_Carina-SPL http://www.sciencephoto.com/media/329407R5500308- |
The constellations Orion, Lepus and Canis Major. http://zyntara.com/VisualAstrologyNewsletters/van_April2007/VAN_April2007.htm |
landsat-gotland-baltic-sea |
Pollen Witch |
Jean Stimmell©2012
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Solar flare on the sun** |
Photoshop manipulation of my photo of the ocean at York Maine combined with a Common License photo of the NYC skyline taken by Ian Britten CC Jean Stimmell |
Long Sands Beach, York Maine: 9/9/11 © J. Stimmell |
J. Stimmell©2012 |
Rhododendren Flower outside my office: 7/3/12 |
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
I believe that reality, as we perceive it, is socially constructed: We create meaning in our lives through the stories we tell.
“While modernist thinkers tend to be concerned with facts and rules, postmodernists are concerned with meaning. In their search for and examination of meaning, postmodernists finds metaphors from the humanities more useful than the modernist metaphors or nineteenth-century physical science.” Quote from "Narrative Therapy" by Freedman and Combs (1996) p. 22.