“What the hell is water?”

In the midst of my regular and usually quite aimless meanderings online, searching for meaning on subjects I obsess over and research in my spare time, I was recently reminded of this talk entitled, This is Water, given by David Foster Wallace in 2005, addressing the graduating class at Kenyon College. DFW committed suicide in 2008 and it is impossible to read or listen to this talk now without thinking of what was to come when he originally delivered it.

In (This is Water) he argues, gorgeously, against “unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.” – From The New Yorker

He begins with a parable:

“There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes “What the hell is water?”

DFW goes on to say:

“The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about. Stated as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude, but the fact is that in the day to day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have a life or death importance.”

As I read on, I was so moved, I decided to order the speech which has been reprinted in book form by the Hatchet Book Group.

Book description:

Only once did David Foster Wallace give a public talk on his views on life, during a commencement address given in 2005 at Kenyon College. The speech is reprinted for the first time in book form in THIS IS WATER. How does one keep from going through their comfortable, prosperous adult life unconsciously? How do we get ourselves out of the foreground of our thoughts and achieve compassion? The speech captures Wallace’s electric intellect as well as his grace in attention to others. After his death, it became a treasured piece of writing reprinted in The Wall Street Journal and the London Times, commented on endlessly in blogs, and emailed from friend to friend.

Writing with his one-of-a-kind blend of causal humor, exacting intellect, and practical philosophy, David Foster Wallace probes the challenges of daily living and offers advice that renews us with every reading.

It’s a small and lovely book and I’ve been carrying it around for days. I especially like how DFW eloquently points out that we are not victims of some innate inclination for how we find meaning in our lives, or as he puts it, we are not “hardwired” in some specific way. Instead we are free to choose. It’s so easy to become trapped in the tedium of every day life and think that we are free.

“Learning how to think” really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think.
It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience.
Because if you cannot or will not exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed.” – David Foster Wallace

There’s so much more to discover… Google This is Water, and see for yourself.

This is Water
This is Water

Everyday Images

From Grant Street in Buffalo to Pearl Street Rd in Corfu, and various points in between, these are some images I’ve made in my travels around the area over the last two weeks.  Instagram provides a fun way to interact with new surroundings when you’re on the go.  I like the format of Instagram as a social network too, because it acts as a time capsule for collecting a mass of images, in chronological order all in one place.

Dutchess County Fair

About a year ago, I took a photo workshop at The Center for Photography at Woodstock with Alex Webb & Rebecca Norris Webb, and I never got around to posting about it until now.  The two-day hands-on workshop was about photographing the world around you in a direct and spontaneous way. Above all, it was about seeing, emphasizing the photojournalistic and documentary traditions, and developing your own unique vision. Several of us photographed at the Dutchess County Fair as part of the workshop.  We did an editing project where we were instructed to organize our favorite shots into an “A” group, and the close seconds into a “B” group.  Here are my A group results.

Driving through Brocton

After our opening at the Octagon Gallery in Westfield on Friday, we headed to Fredonia for dinner and drinks with friends.  Deb’s friend Steve rode with Allen and me to make sure we didn’t get lost.  Along the way we passed through Brocton, a tiny village within the town of Portland in Chautauqua County.  It would have been easy to overlook Brocton all together if we’d been driving through during the day, but at night its old store fronts and abandoned businesses seem fantastically lit by a combination of rickety street lights and the stars in the sky.

I quickly snapped half a dozen mental images as we whizzed down E. Main Street which cuts Brocton in half along Rout 20.  Just as we reached the end of the strip, Allen insisted we turn around so I could take a picture of something he had seen.  We circled around and I grabbed this shot.  Allen felt the connection to my work would be interesting to me, and he was right.  It’s an abandoned doll shop Called Pegg’s Enchanted Doll House and Hospital.  I can’t wait to go back some night and take more pictures in Brocton.

Opening Night of Tangled Narratives

Our opening for “Tangled Narratives” went really well.  There were so many openings in Buffalo on Friday night, I wasn’t sure what to expect for a turn out in Westfield, which is over an hour away.  Much to my delight, we had a great little crowd steadily flowing in and out over the course of two hours.  Unfortunately both Deb and I were so busy talking with guests that we didn’t take many photos.  I did manage to snap a few at the beginning however.  We were both very pleased with Nancy’s installation of our work and how it all looked together.  I’ll be sure to get some more shots when we go back in a couple of weeks to take the work down.  And while I’m back in Westfield, I plan to visit The Portage Hill Gallery, which I learned about from its owners, Donald and Audrey Kay Dowling, who were in attendance on Friday.  I’m also looking forward to attending more openings at the Octagon.  Next up at the Octagon Gallery is a group show including work by Heather Miller Kanazawa who Deb introduced me to on Friday night.  They both teach art at JCC.
After the gallery festivities, Deb and I, along with accompanying friends, took a 25 minute drive into Fredonia where we enjoyed wonderful conversation over a late night dinner and drinks.  Westfield and the surrounding communities are quite charming and I feel there is much to be discovered there.