cause and effect
equates
to numerous instances
fleeting moments
tethered to only
the ungraspable mind
that forgets the memories
of its own making
cause and effect
a drunken moment
one through which
I cannot seem to move
There is a bar in the heart of the wine district - an oddity in and of itself - that serves the most outlandish, but most delicious, cocktails. The @urban.scout scouted this one for us, and we soon found ourselves in the Cause | Effect bar sipping on extra fancy cocktails and eating dirty bar food - dirty fries to be exact smothered with homemade cheese sauce and bacon bits.
But this is about photography and not food or the drinks in fact.
The bar presents the photographer to capture rare moments, fleeting poetic moments that only the poet might capture when they are sober enough. Photography is all about capturing the fleeting - in some sense - in such a way as to immortalise the moment. I am always writing about this seemingly contradictory action:
Capturing the ephemeral in a moment of eternity.
Is this not also the duty of the poet, of the artist? To capture that which the everyday person never regards as important? That which the everyday person does (can) not pay attention to? The artist sees the world differently, as moments ripe for harvesting, seamlessly put together in fleeting movements always on the run.
These seamless moments, stitched together, unravel at the very seams when the poet looks, when the poet writes her words, when the artist draws his figures, and when the photographer presses the shutter button. At that very moment, the seamless movements capitulate and turns in onto itself; ceasing to be what it was just moments ago, that is, the seamlessly moving picture, now a mere instant eternalised.
Every act requires tremendous willpower, the activity of moving causes the world to collapse as it is resulting in endless disintegration and reintegrations. The world dissolves in never-ending moments of fleeting abstractions that crash into itself like waves endlessly breaking on the beach.
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The moment they created the new world, where the old world ceased to be what it was for so long, a magical setting was created.
They brought the drinks on and in strange ways, a skateboard park, in an ostrich egg, the world ceased to be the usual and was immersed into chaos; the world became an egg through which I sucked the life out of it.
Sometimes you have to question the very basic assumptions of life to come to something more substantial. Something you have to throw everything out in order to see the world anew with childlike vision. The world has become so familiar to us that we lose sight of the wonder hidden in our vision. We need to shed the preconceived in order to see again.
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It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, we rarely plan these moments. We arrived and sat down, making ourselves at home in this uncanny enclave where the dried-out flowers decorate the walls and roof. We unpacked our worries for the moment and we sank into the narrative that they tried to sell us. We ordered food and we delighted ourselves in indulgences unheard of. We caught sight of a world through the mirror of illusions, and for the moment we embraced its metaphysical requirements, but we were tethered to the world not of this kind; we remained fastened to the world of our own making.
Soon, we escaped this phantasm to return to sanity.
I hope that you enjoyed this series of photographs of this rather dream-like world. It was surely an interesting intermission.
For now, happy photographing and keep well.
All of the musings, meanderings, and thoughts are my own. The photographs are also my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Nikkor 50mm lens.
