Διαβάζοντας αυτή την ανάρτηση, εδώ στη Σκανδιναβία, σκέφτηκα πόσο κοντά μπορεί να βρίσκονται η αρχαιολογία και η ποίηση, ή, έστω, η αρχαιολογία του Βορρά με αυτή του Νότου.
In the desert there is a perfect proportion of dun sand and blue; a Rothko division between land and sky that horizontally bisects the lens. I can’t help but pop the colors on my photos of the desert, it is a magical saturation of yellow-orange and blue abused by movie directors into banality. Yellow! Blue! Yellow/Blue! By mid-March the colors are slowly bleeding into bright white, the desert is overexposed, blurring into shimmering haze.
I arrived in Qatar during a rare, late series of thunderstorms that pelted perfect circles into the dust on our windshields. I delighted in the lightning and rolling thunder–I had missed weather–and the odd green dusting left on the desert by the uncommon wet. It rumpled up the landscape of Qatar, coaxing the small creatures out and painting new eddies and rivulets in the sand. I realized that I think of Qatar very much like I think…
Δείτε την αρχική δημοσίευση 405 επιπλέον λέξεις