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Georgia O’Keeffe: A Quote

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“Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant—there is no such thing.

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Making your unknown known is the important thing—

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and keeping the unknown always beyond you…”

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Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter, to Sherwood Anderson.

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Photo of Georgia O’Keeffe by Alfred Stieglitz, 1918

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‘Fading in, Fading out, Dissolving’

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Images juxtaposing a needle or vaccine with the idea of film credits rolling at the end of a love affair.

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A list of ingredients on a label on a jar. The love affair revisited as a series of scenes.

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The body memory supercharged with moments of elation or conversely defeat, possibly reacting to the cure. Striving to achieve harmony.

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Film As Art written by Rudolf Arnheim. Film als Kunst first published in 1932. A book of standards, a theory of film.

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In the chapter ‘Other Capacities of Film Technique’ a section: Fading in, Fading out, Dissolving. 

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Sometimes in order to avoid sudden appearance a picture is allowed to grow slowly out of the darkness, or to disappear in the same way.

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 Fading in and fading out can be used to show people’s subjective perception; for instance, when a person is waking up or falling asleep.

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for instance,

when a person is waking up

or falling asleep.

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The Sorrow of a Brown Hat by Steven McCabe

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Crumpled fading newsprint

As yesterday’s armies march

Into tomorrow

Sorrow

A future we predicted

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We accepted sleep standing upright

Sleep never understood;

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A chapter of blank pages: my darling, your wrist hanging

Over the bed

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Your blood a confusion

Your heartbeat the black window

Swallowing my hands

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Fingers forming a circle

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Bottom of a fleet casting shadows across the seabed

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I toss my hat overboard

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from my book Hierarchy of Loss (2007) Ekstasis Editions

I Have a Dream by Martin Luther King Jr.

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