. . . imagine all the people sharing all the world . . . you may say I'm a dreamer . . .
moved to the larger, clearer design (couldn't make it work) because my mother sometimes views 'if'... & seeing it on her screen shifted me into larger mode . . . less background noise . . . watched her struggle to read the areas of the screen . . . forgot how many information fields exist on this tiny screen . . . all the info is still there . . . maybe it's easier on my own eyes though the complexity feels gone . . . & that's not my mother on the right . . .The National Gallery of Art, Alfred Stieglitz Collection
A1922 portrait of Rebecca Strand via
nytimes: PHOTOGRAPHY REVIEW | ALFRED STIEGLITZ - The Evolution of a Perfectionist By SARAH BOXER
"In the last decades of his life, Alfred Stieglitz (1864-1946) spent many hours destroying and reprinting his old photographs. In 1929 he told the painter Arthur Dove that he was "burning up books and papers - negatives and prints," especially snapshots, manipulated prints and photographs taken before 1900. In the early 1930's he told his wife and muse, Georgia O'Keeffe, that this editing was "self-torture."
. . . the torturous search for perfection . . . spent many a day editting into nothingness . . . throw it all away . . . having a protected space lifts the sense (imagined or not) of rejection/self rejection . . . always remember a Lou Reed quote in Rock Dreams " My shit is other people's diamonds."(or something like that) . . . "It was by a French artist called Guy Peellaert, who was extraordinary. He put out a book called Rock Dreams in that period, which was a great take on his vision of rock artists." - David Bowie interview.
Thoughts, wrote Nietzsche, are shadows of our feelings: always darker, emptier, and simpler than these. And the written word, it strikes me, is but a shadow of our thoughts. 
