The New Museum: Architect SANAA: New York City:I raced north and south on Bowery to see this
The Anticipation of Memory:
My friend sat on the lap of Igor Stravinsky, the lap of her great uncle, Igor Stravinsky.
My mind bellowed like a beggar to know of the near breath- -would the music icon become an inspiration, an inspiration to be great: Nobody is certain that greatness can be inhaled.
Young and youthful is almost always something more than we know- -something more than a mere memory- -something more than a snapshot: I archive those memories, in the history of others- -the inside of my eyes.
I remember I saw a library: I was a youthful boy, a young boy as it were. The facade of the library was a lure. What might I see inside the facade. What might be. The rumors are remembered as anticipations: Stories and tribal dances were often heard just before- -what may be near- -what is inside. Entering past columns and doors I was infused with a drug not known- -anticipation is its name: The appearance of the wild that is our wilderness was the most beautiful I had ever seen: The library: The library that seemed adorned with towering palm trees- -but intimately intimate. The memories exposed to the rarified air hidden, I cannot remember. Realities imagine all sorts of memories, I imagine:
“Action” is hollered. A comedic/drama is staged to be set across expected landscapes: It occurs to be a scavenging for an Antoine de Saint-Exupéry docudrama. The photographs begin to dream: I look and imagine the anticipation- - the players move into position.
“Snap” breathes the director.
Mercedes Museum: Stuttgart Germany: Architect Ben Van Berkel: UN Studio: I waited for three days for the rain to stop and the architect suggested the rainbow was luck
The anticipation of days ahead become the moments. A new contemporary library was built: the replacement shattered in staggering fashion my dreams; Admiration for a particular past was crushed…I never visited again- -that library.
The eternity that became decades long career reminds me of choices had and choices ahead: It is that often told story about a negotiation in fiction: Forever true: I made a deal. It seemed to be quasi Bergman’s ,The Seventh Seal, and Stravinsky’s The Soldier’s Tale: I made a bid for extra time on earth: I made a bid to sell the soul for better art; I imagined. My mind in constant rewind plays in repeat mode: Repeatedly listening to Heart’s Kennedy Center version of Stairway to Heaven; Stravinsky’s Firebird: They are modes of intimate and distant inspirations; A roll of the dice: What may I anticipate: What will the memory be: I repeat the the act of baying into the winds: I beg to anticipate with every “Snake eyes”- -I must roll again.
The Sculpture Gallery: One of my favorite interior spaces: Philip Johnson designed this for the shadows I love: Philip walked into my light
Wispily vanishing are my stories about memories. My shutter as in a camera’s “shutter release” opens and closes doors as in Huxley’s Doors of Perception: Never hallucinogenic, just mere days with minutes passing before all of our eyes: The realities move so astonishingly, I need to see the anticipation before I hear the camera’s snap.
The citadel is the first station on the line to….: From atop and within I remember the constraints to know what is mine to capture: City to city, the difference is becoming acquainted to the navigational pull to the nature of the governing light- -I anticipate from all sides all moments: I wish it was a proper opera but mostly a quagmire within an asylum: The incursions into cities is infinitely more than pleasure- -I must make the photographs that I imagine; Moments of anticipation in fact become…I may need to climb back to the inner walls and consider the frames of cities. Where else can my camera challenge the rollicking world that some site photography.
The American Folk Art Museum: Architect Billie Tsien and Tod Williams: May be their best exterior design: I literally stopped traffic so I could capture this angle: Nobody stops traffic the way I do: The museum no longer exists