The almost barren photo elicits old memories. Wide open space of the midwest. Cold, harsh weather. The truth is what we imagine. Yes, I can hear the fiction now, it is clear, somehow real, and very potent.
Although it can be necessary for survival, and in my case this was so, it is also a rich way to look at the world. Given we know so little about how our universe operates, it is imagination (and art) that set us free from the chains of normalcy. That some cultures embrace imagination (evidently ours not so much) is testimony to its intrinsic nature.
"Everything is fiction." What an interesting thought. You constantly surprise me. Thank you for that!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nancy. I believe there's a great deal of truth in that phrase ...
DeleteYour photography is as extraordinary as your poetry, Teresa.
ReplyDeleteWow. Thank you so much, Penny.
DeleteThe almost barren photo elicits old memories. Wide open space of the midwest. Cold, harsh weather. The truth is what we imagine. Yes, I can hear the fiction now, it is clear, somehow real, and very potent.
ReplyDelete"The truth is what we imagine." Yes. Thank you, Bill.
DeleteAlthough it can be necessary for survival, and in my case this was so, it is also a rich way to look at the world. Given we know so little about how our universe operates, it is imagination (and art) that set us free from the chains of normalcy. That some cultures embrace imagination (evidently ours not so much) is testimony to its intrinsic nature.
DeleteThank you for this very thoughtful comment, Bill. Very true.
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