Thursday, September 16, 2010



again, this image has been here before
taken in the Louvre a couple of years ago
so small and at the same time monumental

L'espace m'a toujours rendu silencieux

(Space has always reduced me to silence.)

Jules Valles, L'enfant, p.238

Immensity is within ourselves. It is attached to a sort of expansion of being that life curbs and caution arrests, but which starts again when we are alone. As soon as we become motionless, we are elsewhere; we are dreaming in a world that is immense. Indeed, immensity is the movement of motionless man. It is one of the dynamic characteristics of quiet daydreaming.

from The Poetics of Space, Gaston Bachelard  p.184