Poet Linda Pastan’s words grow on me.
I read them. I reread them. Days, weeks, months, sometimes years later, I discover them again. I reread them and marvel that it seems like I am reading them again, for the first time.
These words of hers are short.
And to the point.
I made a list of things I have
to remember and a list
of things I want to forget,
but I see they are the same list.
And then there is Beata Bieniak.
The Polish photographer. Who says her photos make a silent dialogue between herself and her viewers. Who says her pictures are both a crutch, and a fullness. Who says they are a way of watching the world that surrounds her.
I look at her pictures.
They usually leave me…..speechless.
Like this one.
And the bars of a cage.
Things I need to remember.
And those I want to forget.
A welcome crutch.
And a surprising fulness.
Thank you, Linda. Thank you, Beata.