great room.

  Sometimes, waking early before the others, wandering the rooms wrapped in a blanket or drinking my tea in the empty kitchen, I had that most rare of feelings, the sense that the world, so consistently overwhelming and incomprehensible, in fact has an order, oblique as it may seem, and I a place within it.  […]

photo diary/ the louvre.

photographs taken at the Louvre in Paris, France with a Minolta X-700 works of art, in order: 1 & 2: The Winged Victory of Samothrace, artist unknown 3: Mona Lisa by Da Vinci 4: Venus de Milo by Alexandros of Antioch 5: St. Mary Magdalene, attributed to Gregor Erhart 6: Portrait of Madame Recamier by Jacques Louis David

photo story/ borghese hermaphroditus

The Louvre was enormous and impossible to navigate. My brother held the map and led us to the main attractions: The Mona Lisa, St. Mary Magdalene, Venus de Milo. We passed Sleeping Hermaphroditos by mistake. The mattress, carved by Bernini, looks anything but stone-like. You want to touch it. You want to confirm its hardness. […]

to make the stone stony.

And so life is reckoned as nothing. Habitualization devours works, clothes, furniture, one’s wife, and the fear of war. ‘If the whole complex lives of many people go on unconsciously, then such lives are as if they had never been.’ And art exists that one may recover the sensation of life; it exists to make […]