2.12.10

STONE is what it’s made of.

We found St. Peter’s square to be a rock growing out of the water. Settling on grand, but undecided as whether or not to fully emerge.

Pause for a blur of ingenious riot of costumes.

The Venetian Carnival trip was couched around shooting long exposures w/ a 120slr. We dressed as dark whirling Dervish + spun on top of a canal bridge at midnight under the hazy street lamps.

We awoke on a stone bench in the morning mist lost on the island of St. Peter’s. Carnivale was over. KB looked great in long johns + a tux shirt w/ the collar up + the french cuffs down to accommodate his lengthy arms. He carried himself like a dancer + when he stopped he always looked as though he were posing.

Those images are vividly burned into my mind because the film had not advanced.

There isn’t proof any of it ever happening.

6 comments:

  1. Got me thinking there dear Jayne, of bridges over canals, stone cities , handsome men posing, encounters...seems like lifetimes ago... wondering how, as in my latest alchemical drawings , I can draw the lover, mysterious and yes, posing, to come closer, come hither...

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  2. well i feel a bit like i fell down the rabbit hole to the carnivale...smiles. and intriguing pic to use for stone...smiles.

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  3. Wow what words - stone deciding whether or not to grow/come out fully

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  4. Where is the starting point and what predetermined images direct our attention? I'm ok with chaos as long as there is an intelligent grounding....

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  5. Damn film. Eh, who needs proof when you have memory and imagination? ;)

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