Metaphysics and Memory

As the chill blows in today, I am concious of the reflections and camera images we have been experimenting with, somehow, sitting here, I am also concious of them reflecting the cold winters of the past upon the house. It is possible, in my minds eye, to see the family within it’s walls, warm by the fires and other parts of the house cold, silence upon its windows and grounds as the frost clears with the rising sun. It is, as I have said before, not a departure into sentimentality, but a journey with the inside and outside of the house that as kept on forever collecting its winters till summer relieves it.

Thinking of Rachael’s camera obscura images, they are like old postcards faded with cold days and winter morning haze. Looking strangely into them is like looking through a tunnel of time to some distant past living here in the present. I can feel the house now, looking out through it’s windows with old eyes. I wonder if Rachael feels it as I feel it, it’s endurance, it’s dimensions?

Interesting meeting with Rachael, the pinhole camera device she had made gave a very ghostly image, but one that was full of delicate mood. We have decided to continue with the natural develop of the project, see where it leads itself, comforted in the knowledge that a final collection of work will come together. We still agree that we are concious of each others process when apart, and definatly centred by the House.

For my part, I am going to make some drawings that I can then use. I have the areas of the house in mind, so just get down to it is the next thing for me to do. I have made alterations to the tryptich, from observations made by Rachael. I am still has intrigued by what we will learn from the collaboration as from the project itself, but have a feeling that much will be taken in between now and the summer.