Rhea

The fullness of her arms, small, delicate breasts--poised above a scallop shell, her shawl revealing the heavens. Arms partially raised, just enough to hold the space, which is regal, like the gesture of the shell itself, both containing and opening at once. Something ancient here, even in the photo, a hand-held camera in some minor Greek museum--the past as if happened upon, re-encountered. That purpose of art--to behold...

Moses, only Moses

Moses, only Moses--but of course, it isn't Moses. That simulacra of a beard--soft, mid-western yarn--an imitation--and just look at the hands, they're young, too. Where do these things come from? I'm tempted to say, "Don't ask," except that EVERYTHING has already been posted (in the existential sense)--this from someone's political campaign ad, can't recall precisely which one, came up on google--maybe the numbers will tell. Turns out to be in opposition to a minimum wage ammendment to the Colorado State Constitution... This can't be the Moses I know, son-in-law of Jethro, champion of social justice, defender of the people... And yet, and yet, all images up for grabs... There's a u-tube video as well, hilarious-- fake and funny at the same time. "In the mountains of Colorado..."

Charlie Feathers, where are you now?

Na Wsi

I should really write something about this one, Kasia. In fact, I've been meaning to. Just why it feels--to me, at least--so absolutely Polish. I know that in part it's the off-handedness of everything--music in the countryside, violinist and cows, that ancient accordion, ambiguous figures behind--and a clear sense of late afternoon light. The "student haircut" of the young man seated--his narrow arms, orange shirt--uneven cuffs and scrappy shoes. And then the girl to his right--her narrow build, but taut--the tendons on her neck--and a dark striped skirt straight from Mazowsze... The other fellow alongside, attentive to what's going on--who knows, he might respond in Latin--a medieval madrigal, hand-held drum...