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Saturday, 29 November 2008

Under

lots more under-people here

Trafalgar Square on a freezing, rainy day when the wet pavement shone like a cold, still lake. Clicking away, thinking: this surface is so good, there’ll surely be something of interest. Looked at what I’d got and thought at first there was nothing. Then, looking below the people instead of straight at them, realised there was a lot – a brief, clear view into the underworld peopled by all our doppelgangers.

13 comments:

  1. Wow, what a fantastic series, Jean!

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  2. Terrific slideshow. I was wondering if you intended to invoke this?

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  3. These are great.. please tell me a bit more about how you get this effect.. and do you have a blog following button that you can add to your page so that we may follow your blog more precisely? thanks! :)

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  4. I've just seen these and commented over there. So amazing that you saw and were able to capture these reflections so brilliantly. The whole sequence assembled is stupendous- I'd love to see them wall-size.

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  5. I agree. These are brilliant. I hope you've seen the wonderful poem they inspired at via negativa?

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  6. Somehow the great clouds made the day all right, a gift of splendor as they sailed over our heads.

    -- May Sarton, excerpt, Journal of a Solitude, December 1st

    As above, so below: you have poetically captured this essence.

    Just beautiful. Haunting.

    I'd like to see them as a giant wall montage, as previously noted. They'd create an arresting atmosphere. Wonderful.

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  7. Fantastic! Absolutely wonderful. I particularly love the couple with the shopping trolley.

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  8. It's a wonderful series. I don't know why but I find that upside-down world rather comforting...

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  9. Oh I love these. I am not a visual person at all but these speak to me - make me think, wonder about parallel worlds and yes, doppelgangers.

    I would love these hanging from the wall running up the staircase of my house - I'm sure no-one would ever get to the loo in time if I hung them there - so mesmerised would they be.

    Fantastic!

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  10. At a certain point
    in the cycle of revolt,
    dilute motes of
    pavement ascend
    the upended bellies
    of toppled monuments
    whose weight,
    having depended
    overlong
    on the public fabric
    and shoe leather, has
    broke its bonds,
    stridulous bronze relaxing
    into a moment of peaceable
    reflection,
    in the way nascent peals
    straddle the mouths of bells,
    each time they
    roll over their yokes.

    Or Dave, maybe Jean’s thinking of this?

    http://tinyurl.com/5smoox

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  11. Fabulous, I could look at them for hours - I shall have to come back when I've more time. Thanks for posting them, though.

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