A Cold Lonely Place

I haven't done this in quite a while: storytelling through a series of photographs. A professor of mine once told me, "there is no other way of understanding poetry except by spending time with it. Never rush in. Linger in every word. Slow down." Slow down, he would say, every time we tried rushing through what we thought were unimportant or insignificant lines while reading Wordsworth. I think this technique of reading and understanding by lingering over the semi tangible medium can be applied in the cases of photographs and paintings as well, or in a broader sense 'art' in general. Of course the best part is always the open endedness, the ambiguity and the possibility of limitless interpretations that the 'forms' allow.