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To read the original blog post: kneverkneverland.com/2013/01/12/the-ghost-with-no-haunt/

 

On the stage, I step from behind the curtain and pray until its over.

After, I feel the tickle of a whisper coming from those behind my back.

Feels like being trapped under the ice of a frozen pond.

They are standing on the icy surface, looking down and laughing.

My muscles clenched in cold and searing pain of suffocation.

This myth is what keeps my mind in its place.

 

In truth, No one wastes a whisper on me.

I am a ghost who has lost its haunt.

A thought that might have formed.

If only I could shed the layers of swaddling cloths.

And withstand the beating into uncertain unconsciousness.

Then, I might emerge from the icy waters as,

Someone.

 

But, I have tasted the safety of the genie.

And I have acquired a mountain of tools to hide behind.

The more of them I have, the closer I think I am to being me.

They will fly me out on their wings into the world and drop me gently on a pile of pillows.

But truth points out that I have traveled no further on this map of lies.

I am the cowardly explorer with no compass.

The thought that never formed.

The ghost with no haunt.

London, September 2008, Whitehall Guards Parade

Woman sitting on grass looking at her mirror image

Photo of the rugged Santa Lucia Mountains captured alongside the El Sur Ranch on the Old Coast Road in Big Sur. Monterey County. Mid April 2013.

Photo of Mount Shasta captured from the Shasta Valley Vista Point on Interstate 5. North of Yreka in Siskiyou County. Early January 2013.

Photo of Steamboat Rock captured along the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.

The image for this postcard comes from a modified screen capture from a trailer for the TV show "Orange Is the New Black."

Photo captured near the Modoc National Forest on Highway 139 in Modoc County. "State of Jefferson." Late February 2013.

Photo looking towards the King Range captured along the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.

"I must. I want you to explain to me why you won't exhibit Dorian

Gray's picture. I want the real reason."

 

"I told you the real reason."

 

"No, you did not. You said it was because there was too much of yourself in it. Now, that is childish."

 

"Harry," said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, "every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the colored canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown with it the secret of my own soul."

 

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

NEXT at the Corcoran: BFA Class of 2011 -

Corcoran Gallery of Art

Photo captured on U.S. Highway 97, the Dalles-California Highway, in Klamath County. State of Oregon. "State of Jefferson." Late February 2013.

Photo of the Battery Point Lighthouse captured in Crescent City. Del Norte County. "State of Jefferson." Early March 2013.

Photo captured on U.S. Highway 395--the portion of U.S. 395 cosigned with California Highway 299--in the city of Alturas. Modoc County. "State of Jefferson." Late March 2013.

Photo composite of three images.

 

The Path's End

Something captures us.

Our attention, we call it.

It takes us places,

In our imagination.

Then leads us to the end.

Then there is nothing else,

But to turn around,

And go back.

Wishing we could take it

Make it real,

Make it part of us.

Make it part of the world

We actually live in.

Wondering,

Who this person is,

That we call ourselves.

This life we lead,

That we call ours.

Where honesty

Is a peculiarity,

And called weakness,

To many.

But I can not hold

That burden any longer.

 

I can not be what you want.

No more than you can.

I am what I am.

That is all I,

Will ever be.

To ask any different,

That is the real fantasy.

The chorus of earthbound

Angels groan.

Because the truth,

That we are,

Has been sequestered

To our imagination.

 

To see the original post:

kneverkneverland.com/2013/05/16/the-paths-end/

Really??? Seriously??? This is what my life is like with my VERY active 6-year-old human.

 

A Day with Steph A-22

Photo captured at Carmel River State Beach in Carmel-By-The-Sea. Monterey County. Late February 2013.

Photo captured along the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.

Photo captured along the beach at Dry Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Early May 2013.

reflections on the side of a streetlight bulb, main street of Hay, NSW.

Photo captured off Highway 1 alongside the Devil's Slide in San Mateo County. Late February 2013.

Photo taken north of the town of Klamath in Del Norte County. "State of Jefferson." Late January 2013.

Photo captured at the Freshwater Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Early May 2013.

Photo captured at the beach on the ocean side of Freshwater Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Mid July 2013.

Photo captured at a cattle ranch near the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.

Photo captured off of California Highway 299 near the city of Alturas. Modoc County. "State of Jefferson." Late March 2013.

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