In quiet devotion from within the crowd, you witness the sway of a collective in song, knowing this moment in transit a destination of its own, and call it Train Church. You seek out parallel moments, always from within. The stream crossing, the waiting line, the dancers, the cave. Outsiders wanted spectacle and you pushed back with ordinary life. The long looks of tired eyes over the horizon from the middle of a field, breaking from the labor of the day. The hanging clothes of late parents on a bare pole against a concrete wall. Shaded interior of a kitchen, ethereal light through pleated rayon curtains. The mist pushing against easy meaning, smoke against certainty, dust against the definition of forms. No, the magic won’t be captured, you insisted. Chasing shadows to witness, atmosphere to witness, sediments to witness––faces, in long attention, patient. Insisting, here is only the beginning of sight. Look again.
Inspired by the art and practice of Santu Mofokeng (1956-2020).
5 thoughts on “Only Keep Looking”
Such deep and inspired poetry Stacey. Always long bow drawn, arrow pointing toward truth.
Chris, thank you. I draw (and need) a lot of inspiration from other artists doing this work. I am so glad you are here.
Look, look,… look again…🙏
“The hanging clothes of late parents on a bare pole against a concrete wall,” – nothing is sadder. Your powerful pictures – thank you, Stacey. ❤️
Carolyn! Thank you so much for this.