For today, for now, a poem by Jessica Greenbaum: New Rooms The mind must set itself up wherever it goes and it would be most convenient to impose its old rooms – just tack them up like an interior tent. Oh but the new holes aren’t where the windows went. FacebookTwitter
The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate Of minted Holiness. Emily Dickinson, c.1864 FacebookTwitter
My Mother/Myself: a Tale of Two Christmases © Monika Sosnowski I wanted to write a post about sequencing images – particularly when displayed online. This morning I remembered that I’ve also been meaning to write about language, write more about being bilingual. I was reminded of that when I called out to my dog Ruby. […]
A brief visit early in the summer couple of years ago. My dear friend, the talented painter Maggie Mailer, lives in a house luminous during the day and starry at night. It’s on a hill overlooking the seasons’ ebb and flow all year long. Inside, a fourth dimension abundant with colors, toys, books, pictures, spices, a […]
Usually I photograph instead of writing. I wish I wrote more. More often. I wish I could have that kind of reference for the past, for all those times when writing it down would have been such a relief. Maybe I come from a lineage of things held back, unsaid, forgotten. Maybe it’s just plain […]
“As Andre Marchand says, after Klee: “In a forest, I have felt many times over that it was not I who looked at the forest. Some days I felt that the trees were looking at me, were speaking to me …. I was there, listening …. “ [1] All images above © MONIKA SOSNOWSKI 2015 “Let […]
An impromptu moment and place for a portrait. In the entry hallway to a historic building in Warsaw – the legendary Dom Literatury (The House of Literature). Daylight streamed in by opening the heavy iron door. With light some of the outside chilliness could be felt. Not much to cause shivering, but enough to make […]
First images, long overdue from a chilly day in Warsaw last year in Warsaw, Poland. Marta’s mother was hoping for a few new portraits of her lovely daughter. The day was rainy. I had very little time left before heading to meet with relatives. Marta is a bright, talented, beautiful girl. Astonishingly precocious. And it […]
© Monika Sosnowski I can’t claim to have lived on the edge. Yielding to a variety of fears kept me aground, waiting endlessly for the storm clouds of familial conflicts and personal angst to abate. Meanwhile as I wandered in between times of purposeful endeavors and overcoming obstacles, my subconscious cultivated defense mechanisms which grew […]
