Lacunary Series
The Lacunary: of the space between . . .
Where light and shadow falls between time and memory, grief and loss, life and being – a process of time passing and growing into memory as life repeats its cycle, asserts its hold . . .
The Lacunary: of the space between . . .
What is born will die,
What has been gathered will be dispersed,
What has been accumulated will be exhausted,
What has been built up will collapse,
And what has been high will be brought low
Soygal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Book of Living & Dying, P26
She drew the blinds because the light hurt her eyes. Her inner eye observed the final things over and over. White face on white pillow amongst white hair. Colourless skin on lifeless fingers. Flesh of my flesh. Flesh of her flesh.
A.S. Byatt, A Stone Woman, The Little Black Book, 2006
I stand in front of a work called A Procession of Ghosts, made of graceful wires scratching on a huge smooth white page. Nothing is there to be read, and yet there is the faint sound of something being written.
Justine Picardy, If I Dream I Have You, Granta 71, Shrinks, P171
Where light and shadow falls between time and memory, grief and loss, life and being – a process of time passing and growing into memory as life repeats its cycle, asserts its hold . . .
The Lacunary: of the space between . . .
What is born will die,
What has been gathered will be dispersed,
What has been accumulated will be exhausted,
What has been built up will collapse,
And what has been high will be brought low
Soygal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Book of Living & Dying, P26
She drew the blinds because the light hurt her eyes. Her inner eye observed the final things over and over. White face on white pillow amongst white hair. Colourless skin on lifeless fingers. Flesh of my flesh. Flesh of her flesh.
A.S. Byatt, A Stone Woman, The Little Black Book, 2006
I stand in front of a work called A Procession of Ghosts, made of graceful wires scratching on a huge smooth white page. Nothing is there to be read, and yet there is the faint sound of something being written.
Justine Picardy, If I Dream I Have You, Granta 71, Shrinks, P171
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