The Language of Pause...
Ease of mind, peace in the body, fields of quiet contemplation. There are countless routes to such destinations. Inhales and exhales are the usual suspects no matter the chosen course. Not the mechanical inhales and exhales which sustain our physical selves. Rather, the variety which nourish the soul -not restricted to meditation or prayer or any other framed view.
Fade far away, dissolve and quite forget
What thou among the leaves has never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
In my work as both a photographer and a writer, I have long held a prism up in study of the assorted manners in which we as a culture "exhale"... the ways in which we (as Keats so eloquently terms it) "dissolve". BREATH TAKING continues these threads, probing gestures and instances of subtracting ourselves from the grid of life. My intent in the book's pages, filled with fusions of words and images, is to reflect back truths of the mosaic of practices and experiences in service of breathing… and those hints of glory which take our breath away.
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