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An ongoing project exploring :
>spirituality in the natural world
>the hole as womb, site of origin, place of rebirth
>human folly
An ongoing project exploring :
>spirituality in the natural world
>the hole as womb, site of origin, place of rebirth
>human folly
In the Koran, Allah asks,“The heaven and the earth and all in between, thinkest thou I made them in jest?” It’s a good question. What do we think of the created universe, spanning an unthinkable void with an unthinkable profusion of forms? Or what do we think of nothingness, those sickening reaches of time in either direction? If the giant water bug was not made in jest, was it then made in earnest? Pascal uses a nice term to describe the notion of the creator’s, once having called forth the universe, turning his back to it: Deus Absconditus. Is this what we think happened? Was the sense of it there, and God absconded with it, ate it, like a wolf who disappears round the edge of the house with the Thanksgiving turkey? “God is subtle,” Einstein said, “but not malicious.” Again, Einstein said that “nature conceals her mystery by means of her essential grandeur, not by her cunning.” It could be that God has not absconded but spread, as our vision and understanding of the universe have spread, to a fabric of spirit and sense so grand and subtle, so powerful in a new way, that we can
only feel blindly of its hem. In making the thick darkness a swaddling band for the sea, God “set bars and doors” and said, “Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further.” But have we come even that far? Have we rowed out to the thick darkness, or are we all playing pinochle in the bottom of the boat
only feel blindly of its hem. In making the thick darkness a swaddling band for the sea, God “set bars and doors” and said, “Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further.” But have we come even that far? Have we rowed out to the thick darkness, or are we all playing pinochle in the bottom of the boat
Annie Dillard
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An incomplete, ongoing documentary project pairing archival and current photographs to follow the life of my grandmother, who immigrated to America after being orphaned in Canada.
An incomplete, ongoing documentary project pairing archival and current photographs to follow the life of my grandmother, who immigrated to America after being orphaned in Canada.
I want to be
One notch below bedlam, like a radio without a dial.
Wide open, so everything floods in at once.
And sealed tight, so nothing escapes. Not even time,
Which should curl in on itself and loop around like smoke.
Tracy K. Smith
One notch below bedlam, like a radio without a dial.
Wide open, so everything floods in at once.
And sealed tight, so nothing escapes. Not even time,
Which should curl in on itself and loop around like smoke.
Tracy K. Smith
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The following series’ of portraits reflect my interpretation of ‘family’: four fellow international students attending university with me in Australia. Each participant donned national dress from their home countries : Malaysia, India, China, and Thailand. Project completed in 2018.
The following series’ of portraits reflect my interpretation of ‘family’: four fellow international students attending university with me in Australia. Each participant donned national dress from their home countries : Malaysia, India, China, and Thailand. Project completed in 2018.
