Bronson Caves, Brice Bischoff
~ Isadora Duncan (via mirroir)
All is unnervingly still. I sleep more than ever in these idle days because I’ve forgotten how to choose after being so used to the burdens of obligations and the self-formulated pressure placed on perfect results. Where do I begin? The options overwhelm me and it seems that a majority of educational institutions create a protective bubble around the individual; keep them tucked away from the world and still leave them feeling as if they’re taking their part. It is intellectual overstimulation which eventually results in inaction when it comes to making personal choices: there is no logic required. What happens when we concentrate with one side of the brain, leaving the other aspect in a coma-like state? Will we forget how to love?
I feel compelled to move again. I can’t be in this place any longer because it hinders my inspiration. I am creatively stunted. I haven’t written a thing since I graduated - a certain self-discipline has been lost and a jadedness has settled in: for the first time in my life I’m really experiencing boredom.
This all can’t amount to the every day mundane nine-to-five shift that physically and emotionally drains you to an extent that it actually interferes with the other greater aspects of your being that you are either too fatigued to deal with or too bitter to care about. Where are my answers I’ve worked so hard to find?
We work too much or we work too little: we’re too busy or we have too much free time - where is the happiness?
~ Milan Kundera, Immortality (via flentes)
As a former surfer, Paul Bobko had plenty of time to observe waves of all shapes and forms. It was during this time that he found his inspiration for his series Water Landscapes-Suspended Energy.
About the project:
In his magnum opus, Gravity’s Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon introduces us to the German concept of Brenschluss in the telemetry of the flight of the V2 rocket. The rocket is propelled by its engines and travels along its parabolic arc. At a certain point the engines turn off, this flameout is called brenschluss. At brenschluss the rocket’s ascendancy is checked by gravity, and before it begins to fall to its target on earth, it hesitates for just a moment. After this moment gravity and momentum alone, not a rocket engine, define the inexorable trajectory of descent to its inevitable, calamitous end.
So to do Paul Bobko’s Water Landscapes-Suspended Energy photographs allow us to see that very moment of hesitation when the force of nature that is the ocean wave, ceases to be propelled by the surging forces of the ocean floor. The ocean suddenly lets go and sets it free, it hesitates at this moment of release, then crashes on the shore, liberated, but spent. Bobko shows us this very moment of hesitation, before the explosion. The outline of the explosion is clear and coming, but it hasn’t happened yet, it is, as yet, prelude…the power is still coiled in the curl, frozen for this second. Light comes glowing through that watery tunnel, foam is leaping from its crest, escaping and ecstatic. The menace is limned in the terrifying flexing of its form. It is most exhilarating to see the noun become the verb.
