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  • “Cold Cmofort” (a winter's self portrait)

    So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
    blue skies from pain.
    Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
    A smile from a veil?
    Do you think you can tell?
    And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
    Hot ashes for trees?
    Hot air for a cool breeze?
    Cold comfort for change?
    And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
    How I wish, how I wish you were here.
    We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
    Running over the same old ground.
    What have you found? The same old fears.
    Wish you were here.

    - Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

    This is a self portrait of the creative in me (the child), during the inspirational void of winter. Rendered here as if it were a painting of me, the original was taken by my son at my brother's home, while I visited him last year. The photograph on the wall was digitally added by me, and is from a scan of a photo taken in 1954 by my father of my younger brother and myself. As is the case with many of my photographic works, this one brought to mind a lyric, while some are inspired by music and lyrics. In this case, as I was forcing myself out of a winter slump by making this self portrait, the child seemed to be speaking to me through this song. He was reminding me I'm never alone. The child in me is a listener and lover of music.

    Winter takes it's toll on my creativity, but the child remains inside me, showing up to lift me from my lowest funks and otherwise awaiting another spring to flourish abundantly. Accompanied by the Pink Floyd lyric, this photograph is as if to say to that child; "Wish you were here", but indeed, the child shows up even in winter to inspire me.

    I will never find myself alone, as long as my inner child stays within me.

    I really needn't wish, he's allways here.
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