Three Redish Images

Spaceship Red Pepper 

Red Door

Erotic Red Orgy

Love Eggs

   There is a dark room in my house that's filled with treasures and junk. It has become a store room for things that once occupied my attentions.  It's filled with things which are waiting for me to do something mysterious with them. At least that's what it feels like when I acknowledge the things that I am.

Love In, Los Angeles, 1968

Some items in my dark room are iconic; I need only glance at them to relive the essence of past experiences. These I call my Soul Treasures.

Making Up

Without thinking, I am inclined to understand that all my things are personal and life-sustaining. That's our culture. We love things. Most of the time it's most difficult to detach from things. That's life.  

Sleeping Alone

Finding this last image recently was a real (suh!) slap-in-the-head for me. I had lost it amongst my junk. I had forgotten that this was one of the first images made during a life long photo theme I called Searching for Anima. 

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Reviewing the Universal Egg

Universal Egg

Today I am attempting to gather more eggs from amongst the things that I am. MY problem is one faced by every hoarding personality: these rare eggs are countless and ubiquitous and ... Who's in charge of this filing system, anyway?

I can't find them all because I don't want to throw any eggs away. Let other things find their way into my personal mulch pit, I say.

"When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change."  Wayne Dyer

These eggs had been gathering themselves throughout the years ... so that we could play with them, question them, and lose them again.

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Anima Eggs

   In continuing the search for eggs around the ovum that is my home, my eyes and my heart fall upon objects that have mapped a journey toward anima. Amongst the many image objects I find, some lie in storage drawers as prints, others rest in frames on the walls; still others fill my hardrives, while some travel as protons flying about in cyberspace.

Rabiana

I understand that Dante descended into the depths of hell. Having no life in this direction, anima must move from the head to the human heart to be fully acknowledged. It can be, like Dante's journey, a terrible distance to travel.

Amatao (I Love)

Love, too, can be a struggle. But is love a necessary path to discovering anima or animus? When did you first fall in love? With whom and how did it go?  Enraptured like Narcissus, many of us have found the road to completion strewn with boulders and carrion.

Gesture 13

Who does not identify with cave art? Its primitive beauty is as ageless as the Sirens of Desire.

Anima Rising

Now, I cannot confidently say that I have come into my stage of Jungian completion, but sometimes it feels like progress has been made. During times like this, it feels like anima is rising and all is well in the world.

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Gathering Eggs

From the Dualities Series, 1998 - 2003

What is in a look?

I am naked

Crossed Heart

These images are not the egg. They only point toward the egg and that gathering of light.

These three images are what remains.

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First Eggs

It's been two weeks since my cardio stress test and I have received a cardio blessing: no reason to cut my heart out for mending purposes.

This news provokes me to look around. I am considering my home as ovum. Thus, my estate is a good place to find evidence of the original egg that I am. (Play along with me and consider the possibilities that You are your own ovum and You are your Things.)

I didn't have to go far to find a 30 year old version of an egg that I can call my own amongst my things. This print was made early in my Searching for Anima series of photographs. The Jungian notion of coming into completion depends upon finding a balance between anima and animus. It is a notion that has sustained me through the years.

We can never be assured that such enlightenment or completion has arrived.  Once found, enlightenment seems to prove itself an illusion of the left brain and the ego. This, of course, is not enough to stop the seeker; in fact, finding and losing enlightenment only fuels the seeking. 

So, I look elsewhere amongst my things. Looking close at hand I recognize clues as to what kind of an egg I am becoming. But what I usually see is the mess that I must eventually clean up.

This picture is not me; it merely points toward me. Of course, this photo cannot present culminating evidence, only small measurements of activities that have supported my search for anima. Oh, yes, she keeps growing, changing, showing new colors and forms.

So here we find ourselves again this morning, starting another day in my home as ovum searching for anima. And all is well!

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Morning Glories

Morning Glories at the end of 39th Street

I didn't think anyone left alive

loved her more than I

And then you showed up

and you and you 

and you and you

All of us showering in the golden rain

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© gerryzeck, 2010