A literature professor, an architect, and a Zen student consider infinity in the presence of artist Joseph Cornell’s "Nouveaux Contes de Fées (New Fairy Tales)."
Your question of whether the three reflections would change my inclination today, to see the inner vastness, is interesting as due to weather conditions I am confined to a small writing sanctum. A box if you will, one in which I often feel constricted by its confines.
Reflecting on your words, being patient when my own wouldn't come, observing through the window the outer vastness of the natural world, turning back to the screen, I reflected on the inner vastness of this tiny box, filled with literature, some read, some passed on, some to yet be discovered, their secrets yet to be revealed, and then the vast world of ideas, contained during inception, unready to be released, while I hope for their conversation with me.
I will never see my box in the same way again!
I remember reading that particular edition of the Books That Made Us, I think my favourite and it did get me thinking about the idea of a book as a talisman. It was good to be reminded of that again, in addition to this extraordinary collaboration. Congratulations to all!
Ain't it just! (Until you're tripping over them). I enjoyed your story, how you took the title of the diorama - it was like a box within a box, a new fairytale for a new fairytale. Have you ever read Muriel Barbery's 'The Elegance of the Hedgehog'? Your character reminded me of the teenage narrator (one of two voices) in her novel.
I'll be checking out your stack later (still trying to catch up with those in the inbox).
This is magnificent in every way--the collaboration, the writing, the expanses the three pieces open, the inner generative wonder. Truly extraordinary. Bravo! And it strangely renders me without words but wandering silently across an inner landscape of images, as if each box is another universe, a blank space of possibility.
It was such a joy to collaborate on this! Magical.
Might have to do another round, eh? 😊
I’m in!
Your question of whether the three reflections would change my inclination today, to see the inner vastness, is interesting as due to weather conditions I am confined to a small writing sanctum. A box if you will, one in which I often feel constricted by its confines.
Reflecting on your words, being patient when my own wouldn't come, observing through the window the outer vastness of the natural world, turning back to the screen, I reflected on the inner vastness of this tiny box, filled with literature, some read, some passed on, some to yet be discovered, their secrets yet to be revealed, and then the vast world of ideas, contained during inception, unready to be released, while I hope for their conversation with me.
I will never see my box in the same way again!
I remember reading that particular edition of the Books That Made Us, I think my favourite and it did get me thinking about the idea of a book as a talisman. It was good to be reminded of that again, in addition to this extraordinary collaboration. Congratulations to all!
Wonderful, Safar! I won’t say I’m sorry for your confinement, as it sounds generative and maybe a little part of the magic. 🪄
Back again. Talk about synchronicities .... I restacked a post earlier today, it's title is, wait for it ...
The Vastest Landscape
and I quote:
"Yet we can move in the world, be contemplative, yet active.
With inner stillness, silence and solitude, living and engaging in the world with strong deep roots in our inner landscape.
The inner landscape is the vastest landscape of all." Andō
Perfect! 😂
Thank you Safar! A room full of books is always magic.
Ain't it just! (Until you're tripping over them). I enjoyed your story, how you took the title of the diorama - it was like a box within a box, a new fairytale for a new fairytale. Have you ever read Muriel Barbery's 'The Elegance of the Hedgehog'? Your character reminded me of the teenage narrator (one of two voices) in her novel.
I'll be checking out your stack later (still trying to catch up with those in the inbox).
Good to meet you!
I’m tripping over books too! Haven’t read Muriel Barbery, but I love a story within a story.
This is magnificent in every way--the collaboration, the writing, the expanses the three pieces open, the inner generative wonder. Truly extraordinary. Bravo! And it strangely renders me without words but wandering silently across an inner landscape of images, as if each box is another universe, a blank space of possibility.
Thanks to Julie, one possibility is a viable alternative to capitalism. I must say, that does exceed any expectations I had when we started! :-)