Love the Question

by Gail Horvath

I am often in awe of really smart people whose brilliant answer to a challenging question seems to just roll off of their tongue, like magic. I seem to be fairly adept at asking good questions, however the answers travel in slow time. When I am confronted by a really big, juicy question, I find that it needs time to cook, foam, gel. Sometimes it wants to struggle or take a meandering inward journey. And usually a mandatory trip to dream time. Sometimes when I finally let go and stand back, I see a new perspective to fully understand the nature of the inquiry and the "ah ha" comes in a flash. You gotta love the question.

Love the Questions

I beg you…to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now! Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without ever noticing it, live your way into the answer.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, 1903, Letters to a Young Poet

Ginkgo

by Gail Horvath

Do you ever say or write a word over and over again until it loses its original identity and meaning? Sometimes I lose myself in cropping, duplicating, rotating, flipping and repeating an image with an interesting shape or pattern. Just to see what might come of it. As you can see, this form of play has the potential to create an image that is quite magical — and well beyond my imagination. — Gail

Cleaning Out the Closet

by Gail Horvath

Once a year or so I wake up with a need to clean out my closets. I go at it with a passion and with few sentimental attachments so not much is spared. I began my photoblog posts almost two years ago and it has been great fun to discover and play with this avenue of self expression. It's time now to begin with a clean slate and perhaps some fresh ideas. This collage posting is an homage to my past work – crops of many images that joined me in my daily musings. —Gail

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