NOWAYAWAYMs Hopper Pat Cobhan and the art of seeing light with Light.A book in the making about an expedition through stillness in motion — where destination will unfold itself.
She is a Mercedes 815 4x4 named Ms Hopper Pat Cobhan. A home. A studio. A vessel for traveling through landscapes — outer and inner.
I am a Nocamera — always curious about what I see. Constantly expanding my visual spectrum, how to notice and see more than I did before.
Wondering what attracts my eye, and why.
It is a journey of motion — into being. Into my wondering. Into my stillness in the motion that arises when awareness begins to speak: into light seeing Light.
A Smoelsmack- when life smacks me in the face to wake me up into stillmotion:
A place I rarely have dared or be able to trust within myself. A place beneath the searching, beneath the showing and proving. A quiet that doesn’t need to be captured or explained — only inhabited. Free from the noise of my own expectations. This is my home. A place I have always felt calling to create from. From rest. From enoughness. From a still center that no longer performs, free of needing to be seen to be present. A quiet, minimal tone beneath the noise — like a tuning fork waiting to be resonated with. A place found alone, yet always present, everywhere. A place that lies between no way and a way.
This book asks questions that we may all carry — about ourselves, about life, and the other side of it. About fear, courage and not-knowing. About understanding what is so hard to be understood — how to figure out the meaning of life. That what can’t be taken for granted but slowly disappears in daily comfort. Realizing the true value of it only when we are about to lose it.
A book in progress of found moments, past and present — waiting long before I started wondering. Photographs taken in being felt and words written down seen as images in the invisible mind space.
It is not religious. Nor spiritual. But something beyond, or before, either.
It finds its shape in the way how you feel what you see. In what draws your gaze. In your own light seeing Light to see, your intimate why and how — or what makes sense, or doesn’t.
An end became a beginning. And here is a now that was once a future.
NowayAway.
Ms Hopper Pat Cobhan and the Art of seeing light with Light.
"WHY”
What would they say, if they could speak again? Would they whisper why? Would they ask, haven’t you learned? Don’t you know — every father, every mother, every brother, every sister mourns the same way in every corner of the world. The shape of loss does not change. The ache of absence knows no flag. If we truly felt that… would we still need an enemy? In the quiet beneath the stone, you can still hear it — the longing, not for revenge, but for life.
Ossuaire de Douaumont
“wondering”"IamYou""Let you and me be one until there is no other one.""Intergalactic""Fly...not awaybut in a way"Try changing asking yourself the question you are constantly asking yourself:
Who am I?
To:
How does I become increasingly capable of seeing I?
And maybe then you’ll see that the first seeks an answer.
And the second opens an endless movement that might answer the first.If seeing is a reflection
then i am always late seeing it