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Topic: Poem, Read Instructions Below
Follow these steps: First, select a painting by either Edward Hopper or Johannes Vermeer (go to the web links) Simply describe the chosen work of art as fully as you can. List three to five philosophical or emotional concerns or questions raised by the chosen work of art. Tell a story from your own life that answers one of the questions or concerns and incorporate that. Find a paragraph or two about the chosen work of art and incorporate one or two sentences (you can look online). Return to the work of art one last time rendering one more detail that was missed or overlooked Here is an example of an ekphrasis that I wrote about one of my own photographs that I titled “Winter Fog along the Passaic River” Winter Fog along the Passaic River I sit in my living room where I always sit in my cracked, half-fake leather recliner. I stare unfocused, staring until my eyes pull in the framed museum prints of Japanese paintings and one of my own photographs: a river landscape with muted foreground, trees and branches, a clump of winter woods covered in fog– the air gray and mysterious, the river like smoked glass, the boughs of the trees, their black branches touching the waters mirrored surface like those zen ink washes of pine trees. I was so happy to be out shooting that day along the Passaic that I called in sick; I called my friend Luis to meet me by the river. I was looking for god that morning; if there is a god, she hides in fog along the river. If there were a better word for things we cant name, it would look like this pale, soft-gray world the zen painters wanted to suggest in their deep reverence for nature, for things we cant name. Thomas Berger writes: images represent something absent and I believe in the absence which fills the spaces I inhabit as I go. In Hasegawa Tohakus Pine Trees a dense fog fills six wood panels, the pines recede into snow-covered mountains covered in mist, delicate brushwork renders each needle. Walking through the fog all life becomes muted and etched for a moments exposure, and so colorless that I forget its a color print and notice theres one last brown leaf left dangling from a twig. And directly below I insert both images. The image on top is by Hasegawa Tohaku, a Japanese brush and ink artist from the 17th century. And below that is my photograph of the Passaic River in fog that I write about in the ekphrasis above.