Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
up to where you’re bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here's the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
Excerpt from an Online Essay by Margaret Lottridge July 2004
Jalaluddin Rumi (Mawlana) 1207-1273
Jalaluddin Rumi, Persia’s best known lyrical poet and mystic, was born circa September 30, 1207 A.D. in Balkh, Central Asia, in what is now modern Afghanistan. Eighteen years later his family fled from invading Mongols, settling for a time in Laranda, Central Anatolia (present-day Karaman, Turkey) where Jalaluddin married Jawhar Khatun. His father, Baha’uddin Valad, the “Sultan of the Learned," moved the family to Konya (modern Turkey) in 1228 and founded a school of Islamic philosophy and theology.
Jalaluddin Rumi became a teacher and theologian who wrote scholarly articles. His traditional education was enhanced by the guidance of his father, a mystic and theologian, and through initiation experiences with his first teacher, Sufi master Sayyid Burhanuddin Muhaqqiq of Termez (a former student of Baha’uddin). Upon his father’s demise in January of 1231, Jalaluddin Rumi inherited the school and took over the responsibilities of guiding its students.
Rumi’s theoretical knowledge of divine principles was transformed by his relationship with Shamsuddin Muhammad of Tabriz. Shams, an enlightened being, a wandering dervish with an existential initiation and teaching style, was searching for someone to receive his knowledge – “someone whose soul was as wide and deep as his own.” Rumi, with his open, questioning mind, found in Shams the perfect mirror of his own soul – his Beloved – the Friend in much of his poetry.
Rumi and Shams met on a street in Konya in the fall of 1244.
Various accounts of their first encounter illustrate that the bond between Shams and Rumi was immediate and life-changing. In one account, Shams falls to the ground in a faint at Rumi’s replies to his introductory queries. Another account has Shams throwing Rumi’s treasured books into a fountain and telling him to begin to live what he’s been reading. He says the pages will be dry, as they were, if he lifts them out. Rumi leaves them in the water and they begin the first of many mystical retreats together. This is when Rumi’s scholarly writings took on the wings of poetry….
~Margaret Lottridge 2004
Friday, June 14, 2013
About Istvan Kerekes
Saturday, March 30, 2013
©2013 Louise Fryer ~ Heartbeat
“Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones - a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
Monday, March 18, 2013
Shot with iPhone and Hipstamatic App / Tinto 1848 + D-Type Plate
Music composed by David Ianni
Prayers of Silence - Rosa Mystica I
Istvan Kerekes ©2013 Feeling
What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
What we strive for
is not what turns us
into the lit angel
and then nourishes
Excerpt from “The Winter of Listening”
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
©zoriah/www.zoriah.com ~ Residents of Breezy Point comfort each other amidst the rubble of what was once their homes.
It didn't behave
like anything you had
ever imagined. The wind
tore at the trees, the rain
fell for days slant and hard.
The back of the hand
to everything. I watched
the trees bow and their leaves fall
and crawl back into the earth.
As though, that was that.
©zoriah/www.zoriah.com ~The devastation of hundreds of homes in the wake of a fire caused by Hurricane Sandy in Breezy Point New York
This was one hurricane
I lived through, the other one
was of a different sort, and
lasted longer. Then
I felt my own leaves giving up and
falling. The back of the hand to
©zoriah/www.zoriah.com ~ Residents of Breezy Point Queens haul salvaged belongings from their homes.
But listen now to what happened
to the actual trees;
toward the end of that summer they
pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs.
It was the wrong season, yes,
but they couldn't stop. They
looked like telephone poles and didn't
©zoriah/www.zoriah.com ~A young girl stands inside of a wet store that was destroyed by the water that breached New York City’s East Village.
And after the leaves came
blossoms. For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.
A Thousand Mornings
The Penguin Press
About the Photographer
Zoriah is an award-winning photojournalist whose work has been featured in some of the world’s most prestigious galleries, museums and publications. Zoriah's clients have included The BBC, Newsweek, The Wall Street Journal, Fortune, ABC News, NPR, Focus and many others. With a background in Disaster Management and Humanitarian Aid, Zoriah specializes in documenting human crises in developing countries. His vitae not only lists photographic achievements and study, but also the in-depth training and experience necessary for working under extreme conditions in some of the world's harshest environments.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Sometimes you will experience something beautiful and then you are happy to capture it. It’s snowing heavily and I decide to go for a ride on my bike, to capture some snowy landscapes with the GOPRO3 mounted on my bike. (the blurry spots on some images are snowflakes) I also made some shots with the Panasonic HDC-SD10 under a bridge, because of the snow. And then suddenly………… This video is about a meeting with a hare in the snow. And on my way home, I could only think about that special meeting. I’ve tried to show that feeling in this video “Back in Mind”.
ferrie = differentieel made a beautiful soundtrack, did the audio and gave me a lot of feedback on the images. Thanks a lot Ferrie!
The soundtrack is a variation on the composition La habitación de Philip en Baltimore (2° versión) by Luis Rojas copyleft 2007
ferrie = differentieel:
2013 Creative Commons BY-NC-SA 3.0
Sunday, February 24, 2013
This is the motion component of the recent Karst Country exhibition shown at the BAC in Canberra ACT. This infra-red time-lapse footage features the limestone landscapes near Wee Jasper NSW - which were the focus of the Karst Country exhibition's other prints and paintings - see http://www.karstcountry.com
This is only a very short section of a much larger project - in scope, duration and resolution (4K) - that I am currently working on with emerging cloud wrangler James van der Moezel.
The edit and music on this version were influenced by the unique constraints of public display in the specific gallery space - as well as the specific theme of the exhibition and it's other elements. The evolution of this project will see a final completed piece which will probably vary somewhat in its content and music. We are just starting on this really - and this is the start of the start.
Technical stuff : RED Scarlet / Epic cams... Nikon glass ... IR filters (R72) ... CS6.
Music by David Lawrence.
Still working on this ... more stuff soon :)
Thursday, February 21, 2013
|An American Wedding by Thomas Hawk November 12, 2010|
And all his worldly worth for this
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.”
― Alfred Tennyson
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
©2013 Istvan Kerekes posted with kind permission
Boy and His Dog
A boy and his dog make a glorious pair:
No better friendship is found anywhere,
For they talk and they walk and they run and they play,
And they have their deep secrets for many a day;
And that boy has a comrade who thinks and who feels,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.
He may go where he will and his dog will be there,
May revel in mud and his dog will not care;
Faithful he'll stay for the slightest command
And bark with delight at the touch of his hand;
Oh, he owns a treasure which nobody steals,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.
No other can lure him away from his side;
He's proof against riches and station and pride;
Fine dress does not charm him, and flattery's breath
Is lost on the dog, for he's faithful to death;
He sees the great soul which the body conceals--
Oh, it's great to be young with a dog at your heels!
About the Photographer
In His Own Words
I have been a photographer since 2007. My favourite subject is The Man. I would like to show the souls behind the faces. Everyone has feelings, everybody loves and breathes. My subjects are usually ordinary people. My main aim is to show their personalities through my images. One of William Albert Allard’s thoughts on photos and photography is just like mine, I truly believe in it: “the good portrait is about the eye, the look, since the human soul is reflected in it the most purely.”When taking photos it is my heart that leads me. After I have tuned to the subject I act instinctively.
Istvan’s website: http://www.kerekesistvan.hu/
*Copyrighted images are posted with kind permission of the photographer.