Twins

[petermfiore]

Twins...


Peter

[Eric Myrvaagnes]

Now that is first-class minimalism.

[RSL]

You lost me that time, Peter. Not sure what you're saying. As Eric says, it's minimalism. Or maybe it's sub minimalism.

[petermfiore]

You lost me that time, Peter. Not sure what you're saying. As Eric says, it's minimalism. Or maybe it's sub minimalism.

Hi Eric and Russ,

When one lifts a camera to photograph a landscape, most of the time it's because it's a beautiful light, space, atmosphere, etc. In this case I'm  responding to a division of 2D space with the faintest bit of light hitting the wall. The space, and the muted color made for a harmony that I liked. Very much in the early Bryce Marden world.

Peter

[Eric Myrvaagnes]

Hi Eric and Russ,

When one lifts a camera to photograph a landscape, most of the time it's because it's a beautiful light, space, atmosphere, etc. In this case I'm  responding to a division of 2D space with the faintest bit of light hitting the wall. The space, and the muted color made for a harmony that I liked. Very much in the early Bryce Marden world.

Peter

And that is what I was responding to. The minimal elements are quite expressive, to me anyway.

[RSL]

The harmony is there, Peter. Strains the eyes, though.

[petermfiore]

And that is what I was responding to. The minimal elements are quite expressive, to me anyway.

Eric,

Thank you very much...I always appreciate your support and point of view.

Peter

[petermfiore]

The harmony is there, Peter. Strains the eyes, though.

Russ,
There are many things in this world that cause strains. I'm sorry mine is an ocular event for you.

Peter

[RSL]

Well, they're old eyes. 

[Ivo_B]

Twins...


Peter

Marvelous.

This comes into my mind:

https://youtu.be/ELTVP4aqWAI

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands, your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignored our others
Happy plans for that delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done
Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place
We use cushions to cover happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the lighthearted
In the boon that beats our drum
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
Before we are in love
Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?

Damien Rice, Accidental babies

It needs the eye to see it and the soul to grasp it