Fog For Thought by Montserrat Gimferrer

 

'A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.'  

RUDYARD KIPLING - The Light That Failed.

 

English Summer

“Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.”  

RAYMOND CHANDLER -The Big Sleep

Edge Of Consciousness

“To feel free, create a fog around yourself! And how can you do this? Be silent! When you are silent, people will not notice you much! You will be invisible, you will be inside the fog!”  

Mehmet Murat Ildan

Silence

"Heavy clouds moved from the north and were invading the top of the mountain, covering it with a light brume. It seemed to be fog, and perhaps fog was also rising from the ground, but at that altitude it was difficult to distinguish the mists that rose from below and those that come down from above."

UMBERTO ECO - The Name Of The Rose

 

“It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog.  It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more.”  

Eugene O'Neill - Long Day Journey 's Into Night

Day Journey

One More Time with Feeling by Montserrat Gimferrer

'One More Time With Feeling' a documentary by Andrew Dominik

'One More Time With Feeling' a documentary by Andrew Dominik

Thursday 9th September I went to the cinema to watch 'One More Time With Feeling' and I had no idea what I was expecting.  After a while I go to the cinema or buy records blind folded only  because I love the artist and have followed their path through the years regardless of what the critics say about it.

Nick Cave is one of a few I buy what he does (either a book a record or a film) Because I know it will be good. To go to a cinema without any idea of what I am going to see without any review it is my mind the best way. You go with no idea or judgment and it is as such a privilege for us to be treated and feel important and the same as the next best payed critic. I don't go to the cinema with a pen and a paper to remember every single line and the write the same as I have seen and make some links with the past... Or read like I have read hundreds of reviews and find that all are the same review. It sucks.

One thing I knew is that it would be hard to watch because of that tragedy of his young son dying whle he was making the record and also because Nick magnifies the feelings I already have in me by 100 in every single record he has made before and three because he is a man with integrity. But, what I found was that feelings in the film were so underplayed and so restrained and because of it it felt so raw and so pure. I know I left the cinema feeling totally moved upside down and emotionally vulnerable and tearful, this though happens with so many of his records but to to this extend, never,  that I felt the urge to listen 6music at midnight trying to connect with other listeners what just happened in that film. It was so intense, so brutal so naked so honest and so natural one feels so much and when those feelings are shared, in my experience, are always in a way better maybe?

It wasn't one more time with feeling. It is an abstract departure, experimental but beautiful, To hear him saying that he doesn't live in his heart because he is not there. All the comforting bullshit and the pity all that it;s so much yet all feels so naked and striped to loss and that there is no way out of that. Life and business goes on so it's humour and so it's the singer who sings about pain and stars but this... this is just .... Nick and Warren and Susie and what i saw was the he and his family are loved and they know ;)

After so many years as a cliche goes by an artists stops reading the chords because he not only has mastered those but created some on their own. Nick and Warren can fly high or low and do what they want, even if Nick feels he can't sing it doesn't matter, in my mind he doesn't need to. It's not the voice it's what he has inside that counts. and this is what came out.

When the songs were played between spoken words they were truly sublime, one by one, there was not a single tune in there that was not good. They are all sublime, all perfect. It felt (to me) like every single record he has ever made was here. The humour, the pain, the loss , the love, all all summed up to his humanity where him as a man as a friend as a father and as a husband found a little voice to make something more important than a record. he was himself all the way, you see? Many artists are just than and then they become a parody or they are artists and then they have a life, Nick Cave always sincere and faithful to his believes has become one, an author, reminded me of Goya and his etchings when he lost his mind. There was the painter that didn't paint There it is a man giving a way out all of his madness , everything  he has and feels like a rush of vomit without any rational thought and this was genius and so is Nick now.  

I loved the film so very much and Dominik 3D suits the film beautifully, perfect (thank you Warren for all your input). You feel part of it inside the darkness and the creative process. Dominik has the gift of making Nick talk and be himself  as the film rolls. To see Nick and Susie's humanity and genuine humour .. When Nick say man are two dimensional and women are 3D.... Gotta love the man even more... Little things like  he appears in his track suit and talks about personal things so bare you feel you shouldn't be looking and Susie so homely and so lovely...

To have the whole cast at the end as a signature as a companionship, as a family, as a friend, or as a musician,  what part they had it was wonderful and the rolling credits, all a labour of love.

Such a gift and an experience I shall never forget. They choose to be happy I am so very grateful.

The Sisters by Montserrat Gimferrer

"Look how the same possibilities
unfold in their opposite demeanors,
as though one saw different ages
passing through two identical rooms.

Each thinks that she props up the other,
while resting wearily on her support;
and they can't make use of one another,
for they cause blood to rest on blood,

when as in the former times they softly touch
and try, along the tree-lined walks,
to feel themselves conducted and to lead;
ah, the ways they go are not the same."

Poem by Rainer Maria RILKE

End Of Summer by Montserrat Gimferrer

This is a little entry a homage to my beautiful daughter, pictures taken the lasts days of Summer, after she found out her exam results. Sometimes we fight, we argue a lot but there are a few precious times when we connect so deeply... The More she grows the more I treasure her personality too.

I can't write very well hence probably why I take picures, i found a way to share and express emotions I can't with words, as cheap or pretentious as it might be to quote Shakespeare night is catching up on me and I can't find right now or think of a better poem for her or to cuddle this pictures of her.

I hope you like them.I have tried to give them a continuty through colour, a way to express the end of Summer and the beginning of Autumn. 

Thank you for visiting I hope you enjoy my work.

 

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: 
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: 
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; 
And every fair from fair sometime declines, 
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; 
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; 
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, 
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: 
   So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, 
   So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
.

William Shakespeare

Hi by Montserrat Gimferrer

So you've decided to join me on my pesonal journey as I make my escape from reality and transform my daily burden into a photographic diary.

I don't know if robots dream in colour but my photographs are both a colour and monochrome struggle to a perfection that can never be truly visualised.

Enter the world as I see it where my frustration at the real world is squeezed into a frame and compacted into something beautiful.

See the world through my eye and the lens of my camera and just for a moment drift away and let the banality of real life disappear into the mystic.