Infinities and Simplicity
To disappear into deep water or to disappear toward a far horizon, to become part of depth of infinity, such is the destiny of man that finds its image in the destiny of water.
— Gaston Bachelard, Water and Dreams
The simplicity of just being in a landscape and the act of breathing something into it.
— Pursuing a thought and acting within that space at that moment in time creates an energy and ideas on how to invigorate it.
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Oceanic
Whoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know every bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are.
— Rainer Maria Rilke
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Small House — A Place in Space
Sometimes It Turns Dry and the Leaves Fall Before They Are Beautiful
This crystal sphere
Upon whose edge I drive
Turns brilliantly –
The level river shines!
My love! My love!
How sadly do we thrive:
Thistle-caps and
sumac or a tree whose
sharpened leaves
perfect as they are
look no farther than –
into the grass.
— William Carlos Williams (1944)
Isola – Island
Fr. Isolé - It. Isolato: - Late L. Insulatus made into an island- placed or standing apart or alone; detached or separate from other things or persons; unconnected with anything else; solitary.
Spring Rain
A good rain knows its season.
It comes at the edge of Spring.
It steals through the night on the breeze
Noiselessly wetting everything.
Dark night, the clouds black as the roads,
Only a light on a boat gleaming.
In the morning, thoroughly soaked with water,
The flowers hang their heavy heads.
— TU FU – (713–770)
Translated by Kenneth Rexroth
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Rilke wrote:
These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.
— Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
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© All photographs in the Journal: Trudi Jaeger
Painting is perhaps my sounding board to the world, but my practice also involves drawing, installation, writing and photography. I spend a great deal of time in landscapes, walking, drawing, writing and being. My painting often becomes informed by this activity. The visual language evolves from this contact with specific sites and landscapes and the peoples who inhabit these places.
— Trudi Jaeger, artist