sightings

evgeny

2012-01-28T09:09:00.002-05:00

eternal sadness

2012-01-27T16:25:00.000-05:00

st. petersburg

2012-01-26T12:21:00.005-05:00

dog barks, night falls, winter.
st. petersburg.

Curtain

2011-12-12T08:55:00.005-05:00

The curtain falls.
The end.
The green gossamer hides
the view of the watery canal beyond.
The light shimmers through
the gauzy thin silk, the view hidden.
The cascading folds, delicate.
A thing of beauty.
Reminiscent of a beautiful ball gown you once wore.
And now, a goodbye, without closure, without resolution.
A gradual disappearance.
One can only imagine the future beyond, and the vista.
Goodbye.

presence

2011-11-29T21:11:00.002-05:00

absence

2011-11-29T16:20:00.001-05:00

photography & absence

2011-11-29T16:14:00.003-05:00

A friend came to see me in a dream.
From far away.
And I asked in the dream.
"Did you come by photograph of by train?"
All photographs are a form of transport
and an expression of absence. John Berger

trailing

2011-11-22T12:08:00.000-05:00

desire & loss

2011-11-15T13:34:00.000-05:00

era

2011-09-13T16:08:00.001-04:00

paris, reflection

2011-08-21T14:07:00.002-04:00

picnic

2011-08-14T15:40:00.007-04:00

island

2011-08-12T15:47:00.002-04:00

reverie

2011-08-12T15:42:00.004-04:00

the human parade

2011-07-23T20:26:00.004-04:00

the human parade & realms unknown

2011-07-23T20:17:00.005-04:00

the human parade

2011-06-30T12:17:00.005-04:00

"There is no way back now.

I am going to take you on journeys

you've never dreamed were possible."

Alexander McQueen

the human parade

2011-06-29T16:44:00.005-04:00

turkish dreams

2011-05-10T12:43:00.000-04:00

a rose is a rose is a rose

2011-04-27T09:48:00.006-04:00

beauty

2011-04-09T08:33:00.000-04:00

pages

2011-04-08T13:33:00.001-04:00

botanical

2011-04-05T10:16:00.000-04:00

the smell of lemons

2011-04-04T10:37:00.000-04:00

shutters:provence

2011-03-29T09:48:00.002-04:00

pimlico road, london

2011-03-22T18:53:00.002-04:00

the moon by sappho

2011-03-21T20:19:00.001-04:00

the stars about the lovely moon
fade back and vanish very soon,
when, round and full, her silver face
swims into sight, and lights all space.

long live the king!

2011-03-21T20:16:00.001-04:00

who was mary hillier?

2011-03-19T13:50:00.000-04:00

Mary Hillier was one of Julia Margaret Cameron's favourite models.
In her biographical statement Annals of my Glass House, Cameron wrote that Hillier
'has been one of the most beautiful and constant of my models,
and in every manner of form has her face been reproduced, yet never has it been felt
that the grace of the fashion of it has perished…The very unusual attributes of her character
and complexion of her mind…are the wonder of those whose life is blended with ours
as intimate friends of the house'.

mary hillier, portrait by julia margaret cameron

2011-03-19T11:45:00.000-04:00

spring haze

2011-03-18T16:33:00.001-04:00

Ritual

2011-03-01T12:38:00.001-05:00

family dinner

2011-02-27T12:51:00.000-05:00

my son loves rilke and so do I... (i echo him here)

2011-02-25T10:49:00.001-05:00

And you inherit the green
of vanquished gardens
and the motionless blue of fallen skies,
[...]

You inherit the autumns, folded like festive clothing
in the memories of poets; and all the winters,
like abandoned fields, bequeath you their quietness.
You inherit Venice, Kazan, and Rome.

Florence will be yours, and Pisa's cathedral,
Moscow with bells like memories,
[...]

Sounds will be yours, of string and brass and reed,
and sometimes the songs will seem
to come from inside you.

[...]
And painters paint their pictures only
that the world, so transient as you made it,
can be given back to you,
to last forever.

RM Rilke

a hint of lilac

2011-02-24T09:32:00.001-05:00

photograph as trace

2011-02-24T08:18:00.003-05:00

Unlike any visual image, a photograph is not a rendering,
an imitation or an interpretation of its subject, but actually
a trace of it. No painting or drawing, however naturalist,
belongs to its subject in the way that a photograph does.
John Berger

what we forget...

2011-02-23T10:18:00.002-05:00

All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget.

In this -- as in other ways -- they are the opposite of paintings.

Paintings record what the painter remembers.

Because each one of us forgets different things,

a photo more than a painting may change its

meaning according to who is looking at it.

John Berger

medici fountain, paris

2011-02-22T09:01:00.000-05:00

rodin museum

2011-02-21T14:00:00.003-05:00

on seeing

2011-02-15T09:39:00.004-05:00

Seeing comes before words.
The child looks and recognises before it can speak.
But there is also another sense in which seeing comes before words.
It is seeing which establishes our place in the surrounding world;
we explain that world with words,
but words can never undo the fact that we are surrounded by it.
The relation between what we see and what we know
is never settled. John Berger

hermes flowers

2011-02-15T07:26:00.000-05:00

life is a ferris wheel!

2011-02-14T14:07:00.000-05:00

valentine's day wishes...

2011-02-14T09:13:00.000-05:00

1771

2011-02-02T13:33:00.002-05:00

what is a photograph?

2011-02-01T09:42:00.001-05:00

A friend came to see me in a dream.
From far away.
And I asked in the dream:
"Did you come by photograph or by train?"
All photographs are a form of transport and
an expression of absence.

John Berger

special treat

2011-01-30T11:53:00.000-05:00

canal view

2011-01-27T14:14:00.001-05:00

la fenice

2011-01-27T14:12:00.000-05:00

drawing room

2011-01-26T13:37:00.000-05:00

a note to my son, stefan

2011-01-26T07:55:00.003-05:00

what is interesting is that we are intersecting!
you have grown up and are writing about art.
i, who started my career late in life, am producing art.
i went back to school when i was 50, 13 years ago.
you and anthony were in shock that i would leave my
careet at the NFB! i remember.
i just wanted to immerse myself in photography and went
on to do my MA in visual arts.
and now, you are doing an MA in Art History.
and able to write about my work with somewhat of an objective eye
having watched me rebuild a career and evolve in
my photographic expression, stepping into a world that
is kind of a fictional narrative...
having come from a documentary film background...

every moment is two moments. Anne Michaels.

looking glass

2011-01-25T17:03:00.000-05:00

sotto, acqua

2011-01-25T17:00:00.000-05:00

of time, lost now at Art Mur in montreal

2011-01-25T16:53:00.006-05:00

In of time, lost, Montreal-based photographer

Ewa Zebrowski reflects upon the suspension and deterioration of memory.

Evocative and mysterious, Zebrowski's quiet yet poignant images plumb

the depths of a desire for the past. The collection, shot in Italy and France,

belies its medium - the photos shimmer, as if submerged just below the surface.
Stefan Zebrowski-Rubin

of time, lost will be at At Mur in Montreal until February 26, 2011.

procession, my artist's text

2010-11-17T16:31:00.003-05:00

Maybe some day I will know the names of all the palazzi
on the canals of this ephemeral place, this mythic city,
somehow floating in time and space.

For now I can only imagine and dream anout lives lived
on this watery firmanent as I observe and wander.

Venice has inspired many: artists, poets, writers.
They have all left their imprint, their footsteps,
now invisible.

Each time I journey to Venice I am seduced.
Venice is as fragile as glass. An appartition.

What is it about la serenissima that continues to inspire so many:
the light, the water, the reflections, the narrow mysterious vicoli,
the rhythm of riding the vaporetti?

The light changes as the fog rolls in, acqua alta, the water rises.
Always a melancholy mood hangs in the air.
Always I feel a connection to the elements: stars, dampness, the smell of coffee.
My interior space.

I stand in the Piazza San Marco. I cannot absorb its fragile beauty in one lifetime.

procession

2010-11-17T14:28:00.002-05:00

field of flax

2010-10-21T07:55:00.001-04:00

inside rooms

2010-10-13T15:56:00.002-04:00

always to dream

2010-10-04T00:43:00.001-04:00

louis XIV dreamed big dreams...

2010-10-04T00:38:00.005-04:00

once upon a time in paris...versailles

2010-10-04T00:35:00.001-04:00

a quote

2010-09-03T09:42:00.003-04:00

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.
Mark Strand

residue

2010-09-02T15:06:00.005-04:00

a secret

2010-08-30T19:08:00.002-04:00

response

2010-08-30T13:11:00.003-04:00

A bouquet of tangled wildflowers,
tiny seahells in a bird's nest,
empty glass canning jars,
silence and peeling wallpaper and
the residue of so much emotion
in this weathered wooden house
on a hill, filled with radiant light
and vanished dreams,
the black horse wandering lost,
the apples ripe on the ground.
EMZ

flower girl

2010-08-18T17:24:00.001-04:00

imagining turner

2010-08-17T12:26:00.001-04:00

out of time

2010-08-15T12:56:00.002-04:00

i have an exhibition, a solo, at art mur, the gallery in montreal
where i have been exhibiting over the last ten years,
beginning in january 2011.
my first solo in two years.
already i am printing, testing images, thinking about what i will show.
thinking about the images themselves, their mood, their scale.
what they are showing, saying.
what i want to convey.
weaving together a narrative of moments.
it is not an easy process.
it is a painful process, filled with self-doubt, with questions.
out of time.

in thought

2010-08-13T15:40:00.001-04:00

conversation

2010-08-08T14:18:00.000-04:00

transition

2010-08-06T09:55:00.000-04:00

end of beauty...statement

2010-08-04T11:15:00.003-04:00

end of beauty...
the magnolia blossoms on the tree where the young woman reads,
wrapped in a towel in the early morning sun, every morning at breakfast,
last only a few days and then became brown and bruised.
the creamy white waxy blossoms disappearing,

end of beauty (continued from february 3, 2010, below)

2010-08-04T09:40:00.014-04:00

end of beauty

2010-08-03T14:09:00.005-04:00

chateau des alpilles

2010-08-02T16:56:00.004-04:00

end of beauty

2010-08-02T16:46:00.000-04:00

so long ago, so far away

2010-07-15T14:02:00.001-04:00

amaryllis

2010-07-13T17:08:00.001-04:00

absence

2010-07-12T12:48:00.000-04:00

simone martini?

2010-07-09T09:54:00.000-04:00

orchard

2010-07-08T20:55:00.000-04:00

her

2010-07-08T13:23:00.001-04:00

blooms

2010-07-07T09:43:00.000-04:00

Ailleurs

2010-07-02T11:14:00.005-04:00

Young girls sleep,
their doors open in the summer heat.
Swallows dart in and out
of open windows. EMZ

madame x

2010-06-29T17:05:00.001-04:00

embedded in memory

2010-06-25T13:23:00.000-04:00

san servolo...venice on my mind

2010-06-24T10:46:00.002-04:00

procession

2010-06-17T09:52:00.002-04:00

birthday

2010-06-12T13:51:00.001-04:00

waiting

2010-06-11T09:28:00.001-04:00

for sophie - angel wings

2010-06-03T11:16:00.001-04:00

dreamspace

2010-06-03T10:26:00.000-04:00

picasso beauty

2010-05-28T06:39:00.000-04:00

jennie

2010-05-27T23:04:00.000-04:00

blank book

2010-05-27T19:23:00.000-04:00

there is in every person an inward sea, and in that sea there is an island...howard thurman

2010-05-27T18:38:00.001-04:00

chanel moment

2010-05-27T07:58:00.002-04:00

new york public library

2010-05-27T00:20:00.000-04:00

biblioteca

2010-05-26T19:15:00.001-04:00

an odyssey

2010-05-26T09:38:00.003-04:00

oliver twist

2010-05-26T09:15:00.001-04:00