I Dreamed I Was Awake

And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out

Brighton based photographer Louise Turner is featured here

Rosy Crucifixion

AND SO IT WAS THAT LATER AS LEE MILLER TOLD HER TALE

Two women, one man. Two painters, one photographer. In 1937 photographer Lee Miller took this sublime photograph of Surrealist painters Leonora Carrington and Max Ernst at the house they had bought in St Martin d’Ardèche in Southern France. American Miller had been a successful photographer for Vogue when she moved to France seeking tuition from Man Ray. She became his lover collaborator and muse. In London she took stunning photographs of the Blitz. She was one of the first to record the horrors of Dachau and Buchenwald.

Leonora and Max did not last. Having been interned first by the French on the outbreak of war, German Max Ernst was then interned by the Nazis after their conquest because of his 'decadent art'. With the help of poet Paul Éluard he was able to escape to New York where he married heiress Peggy Guggenheim. Leonora narrowly missed being interned as a British citizen and had a breakdown after she escaped to Spain and wound up in Mexico where she lived the rest of her life, a celebrated painter and survivor of the early days of Dada and Surrealism.

A whole network of them intertwined. Picasso and Giacometti and Éluard and Bunuel and Miro and Dhiagilev and Cocteau and Breton. All writhing in some holy orgy blessed with creativity and imagination and that Rosy Crucifixion of our own sexuality.

A momentary fragment captured here in Max Ernst's tender caressing of Leonora's beautiful breasts and the sun and the brutal fragility of it all as Eros takes us and throws us around - moments of transcendence and violent pain and works of great art.
And all of it so transient.
They are all dead now.
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It’s All In Your Head

So we are all engaged in a joint enterprise of one another's creation. We 'create' one another

And it doesn't end there.

This capstan has no colour intrinsic to it. Nothing does. Instead light from the Sun or from artificial light will strike it and this capstan has the capacity to absorb some of the rays
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from the light spectrum, but some it cannot and they will be reflected off the capstan through your lens, via your retina through your optic nerve and your central nervous and cognitive systems will create the colour.

The colour is created in your head.
The images are all in your imagination.
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The viewer and the painter, the composer the musician and the listener are all engaged in a joint enterprise, a coming together to create what is. As individuals and as a society we are in great danger if we ever lose interest in the question 'how did I, how did we, get to where we are now?' 'Where did it all begin?' 'Why IS anything?' Always. Always back to where we began.
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