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Saturday, 25 February 2006



I would love to hear the answer to that question, you should email her and ask her.

It really is such a strange title!


The word that enters my head when looking at this is 'suspended'. So in that sense waiting is quite apt.

ps. “Jump” or “Suicide” “Just after the Push” or “The Fall >>> what the hell are you thinking of these days?!?



I knew I'd get some flack for the whole “Jump” or “Suicide” “Just after the Push” or “The Fall" ideas, but these titles seem fitting because the figure is wearing clothes. It's quite rare for someone with their clothes on to be jumping into water voluntarily.

I've decided who this is. It is Jesus, just before he dies at the crucificton. He has a dream of jumping into the River Jordon, leaving the world behind.

Or maybe it's Moses, just before parting the Red Sea.

Or, lest I seem too Biblical, maybe it's a transvestite in a red dress who just jumped from an airplane: she is in freefall, just before the parachute opens, loving the feeling of flying.

She is smiling, feeling so free.

bluest eyes

yeah, what the hell are we thinking of these days. to be honest, I´m happy that that kind of topic came up. I recently had an argument with someone and I think I would appreciate to hear what you guys are thinking about thinking of death. Do you consider it human to do so, to think of it although nothing changes in the end by thinking of the memento mori, of what will happen afterwards? I mean, is it part of your everyday life? Or not at all?

I know it´s not much fun of a topic, but that picture just inspires so many thoughts...


How about "waiting for a shark to eat her" or "waiting to be rescued?" Geez, where is my mind lately? It's kind of like we're all waiting in semi-deadly states-of-mind waiting for something to get us out of it. We're all holding our breaths waiting for something to come along that makes us actually want to start breathing again. Or perhaps I should say I.


"Waiting for a shark to eat her." I like that, LMJ.

And as for "We're all holding our breaths waiting for something to come along that makes us actually want to start breathing again": what a great line!

Perhaps we Westerners are a bit to obsessed with AVOIDING death, and especially old age. We can't even TALK about it without knocking on wood- as if talking about it might make it happen.

I like the emphasis that the "Tibetan Book of Living and Dying" has on how to LIVE as we approach death: "To learn how to die is to learn how to live."

The poet Heathcote Williams says 'death develops life's photographs', which I interpret to mean: only in hindsight, can we see with clarity.

I want to keep reminding myself that life is short; that death could come at any time; that I could die tomorrow.
how will I live
my last year,
my last month,
my last week,
my last day?

And, no, this isn't about death or suicide. It's about honoring life, honoring the breath and the beating heart, and honoring those amazing people whom we've been so lucky to meet and know.

Bluest Eyes, I constantly think about death. Not dying, persay, but appreciating LIFE! I don't want to waste my time with the assembly line, the alarm clock, the schedule, the timeclock. Instead, I want to take time to be with those who matter to me, to look at a beautiful flower in the garden for a whole hour, to swim in every ocean of the world.

And, if this means quitting my job, I will.
If this means jumping off into nowhere wearing a long, red dress, I will.

I've finally figured it out!

The figure in this photograph isn't Jesus or Moses or a transvestite. It's little ole' me jumping like a happy Jeremiah bullfrog into the deep unknown singing "Joy to the World."

"Joy to the fishes in the deep, blue sea
Joy to you and me..."



"It is Jesus, just before he dies at the crucificton. He has a dream of jumping into the River Jordon, leaving the world behind."

Good one.

@bluest eyes: I'll postpone thinking about death until after it happens ;) (if that seems too flippant, its the mood I'm in)


...or is she doing a somersault? we may see her face any moment!
since I deal with a 92 year old asthmatic mother daily, I tend to expect the best, as does she.


i see it as a correspondence with Christianity, and more precisely christian classical painting of holy figures.
the crimson red was one of the colors that's used to define Maria or a Royal figure in renaissance.
and the draperies, is also a big them in classical paintings and sculptures.
we are use to see those from their front, always majestic like almost flying in dive air around them
the artist here -for me- took the christian chastity environment and twisted it few times:
first we see this "divinity" from a strange not "flattering" angle.
second: the "air" is replaced by water, but water in my mind - when thinking of christianity is deeply entwined as well.
I'm touched by this crimson red!
and the way it folds at the edges of the dress, creating Heart shape.


moon: wow! that's a whole new perspective! I hadn't noticed the edges of the folds in the dress as creating a heart shape. what a treat to have the perspective of an artist on this intriguing piece.

Yesterday, i had my students write a story about this image: what comes before this scene, and what comes after? who is this character? they loved the exercise. :-)

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