“I like to find what’s not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.” ~ Denise Levertov, from the poem Pleasures In our VIEWFINDER: "Chasing the Light" an ensemble of alternative processes photographs selected by Karen Haas, Lane Senior Curator...
A Murmur in the Trees— to note— Not loud enough— for Wind— A Star— not far enough to seek— Nor near enough— to find— A long- long Yellow— on the Lawn— A Hubbub— as of feet— Not audible— as Ours— to us But dapperer— More Sweet— ~ excerpt by Emily Dickinson A...
We were delighted to serve as jurors for "A New Leaf" group exhibition at the Rhode Island Center for Photographic Arts (RICPA) in Providence, now on view through June 11th, 2021. Our selections for the show reflect our growing optimism as brighter, warmer days and an end to the pandemic come into view....
In our Viewfinder: an ensemble of images inspired by lyrics from "The Whole of the Moon" by The Waterboys.
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)– Though some savants make earth include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so […]
When day comes we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid The new dawn blooms as we free it For there is always light, if only we’re brave enough to see it If only we’re brave enough to be it ~ excerpt from “The Hill We Climb” by Amanda Gorman Curated by Elin […]
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions Won’t be nothing (won’t be) Nothing you can measure anymore The blizzard, the blizzard of the world Has crossed the threshold And it’s overturned The order of the soul from The Future by Leonard Cohen Curated by Elin Spring and Suzanne...
“It is always darkest before the dawn” ~ British theologian Thomas Fuller, 1650 Curated by Elin Spring and Suzanne Révy
“I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck […]
Palimpsest (n): a parchment or other writing surface on which the original text has been effaced or partially erased, and then overwritten by another. “We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present....
