Watching Walls Fall
Submitted by admin on Fri, 05/19/2006 - 9:44pmNicole Hanna
Poetography
explanation of visual haiku: this is poetography. the title of each picture is one line of a haiku poem.
i feel my life is journey in a few different spectrums"¦all beautiful and lonely"¦ wholly connected"¦ totally isolated and enmeshed at same time.. intense"¦always in motion"¦ sometimes the journey is turbulent"¦. jerking"¦ jarring "¦violently twisting"¦ like a boat lost in the most dangerous of storms"¦. crashing waves"¦pounding walls of water . alone at the mercy of the vengeful sea"¦ .. the undertow of despair"¦ hopelessly taunting"¦.
sometimes journey is blissfully floating, rising and soaring"¦.soaking in the warm sun"¦gliding on the peaceful thermals of endless dreams "¦ endless possibility fueling the ascent to dangerous heights"¦ and it's difficult to find my way"¦but"¦
sky and stars are always there"¦. sometimes hiding from me.. beyond the clouds"¦"¦sometimes simply cannot see beyond the blinding sun ..but they are there"¦.always reappearing when all seems lost.. when i am lost constant beacons of hope and direction"¦. helping me navigate unfamiliar places"¦helping me find my way home.. helping me find my new home.. is stillness in realm of unrest"¦is comfort in the seemingly unchanging cosmos"¦.
photography is the stars by which i find my way"¦ the stars by which i orient my senses when I am lost when i don't know how i feel"¦ where I am at"¦where I am going"¦where I have been "¦ find some solace in taking photographs.. photos are like slowing down light and time"¦ time and light in constant motion.. slow it down "¦. find the stillness"¦hold onto it"¦ helps me find my way through memories"¦..find my way to new ones"¦.
and though words can be so tenuous"¦. sound is soothing.. the rhythm of the fixed, syllables.. ..gentle flow of sound and symmetry"¦..implying motion"¦.contradicting the stillness of the image"¦. .it's poetography.
the places in these picture are not there any longer"¦.they now just memories.. but there was a story .. sad stories, colourful stories"¦ left there to settle with dust"¦. grow tired.. forgotten and now gone"¦ like broken places within me"¦"¦hollow "¦sad "¦beautiful"¦ "¦haunting memories "¦"¦ missing memories"¦ some left along the way"¦"¦some just forgot to remember"¦"¦. some taken from me"¦"¦ some tried to erase"¦..destroy"¦"¦..some altered forever"¦"¦.some beggin to be brought down. guess I was grieving the loss of parts of me that are gone"¦and looking to let go of parts that prevent change.