Sleep criminals.
Dreaming under the stars with the sound of the Chesapeake Bay!
Sleep criminals.
Dreaming under the stars with the sound of the Chesapeake Bay!
Joerg Colberg
Pt.2
The beginnings of a photo essay on Nitro, West Virginia.
Pt.1
Beginning stages of a photo essay on Nitro, West Virginia.
So proud of my two favorite grad students… can’t stand the thought of them not being here next semester!
Stills from my recently processed 16mm film from Nitro! Excited to edit!
Waiting for the sunflowers.
Everything is gestation and then bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of a feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist’s life: in understanding as in creating.
There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come. But it comes only to the patient, who are there as though eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly still and wide. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful: patience is everything!
"Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a young poet