oh, cold & rainy sunday mornings seem to be the perfect time to sit on the dusty blue couch drinking warm coffee & reading gaston bachelard’s the poetics of space. the chapter of the day? why miniature, of course. much like the through-the-microscope photos that i’ve been taking of miniscule scraps of sea life, each passage of bachelards writing holds infinite morsels of fascinating discovery that one would not expect to exist with such a small string of words. in just two & a half pages i have uncovered these thoughts & images to meditate on:
“to make others believe, we must believe ourselves.”
“…a coach the size of a bean.”
“…from the interior he discovers interior beauty.”
“…an inversion of perspective, which is either fleeting or captivating, according to the talent of the narrator, or the reader’s capacity for dream.”
“representation is dominated by imagination. representation becomes nothing but a body of expressions with which to communicate our own images to others.”
“‘the world is my imagination.’ the cleverer i am at miniaturizing the world, the better i possess it.”
“one must go beyond logic in order to experience what is large in what is small.”
all of this has also made me think again of my buddy abelardo morell. his work is brimming with the idea of an “inversion of perspective”.
i think i’m going to go & bug him for an interview now & hope he is not too busy to chat….