7 DAYS / 7 NIGHTS
Go. Go see Hiroshi Sugimoto at Gagosian in Chelsea.
Ligurian Sea, Saviore, 1993
N. Pacific Ocean, Stinson Beach, 1994
Lake Superior, Eagle River, 2003
For reasons that shall remain unnamed from this point forward, my family stopped going to church when I was 7 or 8. Still we’re all pretty spiritual people and have found our own paths, one way or another…
A few years ago, I read something my dad wrote in the midst of his highly personal search for religion: I felt a flash of brilliance so great that all other earthly desires faded.
I’ve had a hard time understanding and believing what he meant and am still not sure that I get it and/or that I ever will. But, every once in awhile, I feel like I am close to comprehending. I’m not an advocate of the gallery = church idea but walking into Gagosian yesterday was as close as it comes.
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ahhh…very touching response…heartfelt in my heart from yours:) should be read!
Your questions and attempts to connect with your dad’s experience really resonate! Most frustrating is trying to piece together the soul of my mother and father, now gone, from scant writings and photos in old albums.
HOLES by Lillian Morrison
Strangest of gaps
their goneness-
mother, father, loved friends
the black holes
of the astronomer
are not more mysterieous
this kind of hole
will not be filled
with candle flames
or even a thousand thoughts
the hole is inside us
it brims over
is empty and full at once.