Aaron A. Brooks: Blank Page

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Blank Page

The aspect of this blank page, this emptiness that resembles cold snow in an barren field, this defiant void of white noise, staring back at me, taunting me, teasing my senses with promises of redemption, depravity and solace if I only give in...release, expel, explain...

I've been fucking staring at you for 2 hours...and nothing has happened. Though I've committed to your blankness, I've nothing to commit. So I sit...and I stare...barely able to breathe, to think, to dream, to desire and engage your provocation...your whim...your absolute silence.

What can I say? Today...against all odds...I've nothing to say. Nothing to reveal. Nothing...but this moment...here with you. I think I'll have another cigarette, sit and stare...just a while longer...

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Photos from a trip to Sweden...

I took these photos in the late Spring at our country house in Skummeslovsstrand, Sweden. The beach is only a short walk from the house and it is one of the most beautiful places I've ever experienced. Because of it's latitude, the sun takes 3-4 hours to set. The experience that day was sublime and felt like being part of a living Impressionistic painting. Pia's family has lived and owned land in this area for over two centuries. The trees you see are in a forest named after her when she was a little girl. It's called "Pia's Wood" and it's the kind of forest where pixies, faeries, nymphs, sylphs and satyrs aren't a remote possibility. They seduce you with each step you take. It's absolutely lovely, dreamlike and golden. I can still smell the leaves, dew, dirt and moss.