{"id":3961,"date":"2018-02-22T16:20:25","date_gmt":"2018-02-22T16:20:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/?p=3961"},"modified":"2018-02-22T16:20:25","modified_gmt":"2018-02-22T16:20:25","slug":"polishing-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/polishing-memories\/","title":{"rendered":"Polishing Memories"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">After a welcome vacation, I am back to my routine. When I sat down to write and consider images for this post, it suddenly occurred to me that I took very few photos and spent even less time drawing while away.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">We were visiting two favorite places, San Francisco and Kailua, Oahu, easily the cream-of-the-crop of the numerous locales my husband and I have called home during our life together. For once, I didn&#8217;t feel any particular need to record what I was seeing, and for the most part I just let the sights and experiences be enough. It was surprisingly liberating.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_3970\" style=\"width: 385px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3970\" class=\"wp-image-3970\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Teotihuacan-768x1024.jpg?resize=375%2C500\" alt=\"Teotihuacan Bowl\" width=\"375\" height=\"500\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Teotihuacan.jpg?resize=768%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Teotihuacan.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Teotihuacan.jpg?resize=624%2C832&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Teotihuacan.jpg?w=1575&amp;ssl=1 1575w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Teotihuacan.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 375px) 100vw, 375px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-3970\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">An intricately decorated bowl from the De Young Museum&#8217;s exhibit &#8220;Teotihuacan&#8221;<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">On my way to the De Young Museum to see <a href=\"https:\/\/deyoung.famsf.org\/exhibitions\/teotihuacan-city-water-city-fire\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">the exhibit &#8220;Teotihuacan&#8221;<\/a>, cherry trees, fuchsia, and vinca bloomed in the bright and warm sunshine of Golden Gate Park &#8212; a welcome change after leaving Vermont in the midst of a chilly snowstorm the day before. And as the day came to an end, a ribbon of hot pink progressing to fiery orange hovered over the thinnest strip of deep blue horizon, lightly resting on the Pacific Ocean like a technicolor meringue. No photo or drawing can compare to being fully in those moments.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_3971\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3971\" class=\"wp-image-3971\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koolaus-1024x768.jpg?resize=500%2C375\" alt=\"Ko'olaus\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koolaus.jpg?resize=1024%2C768&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koolaus.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koolaus.jpg?resize=768%2C576&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koolaus.jpg?resize=624%2C468&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koolaus.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koolaus.jpg?w=1875&amp;ssl=1 1875w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-3971\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Perhaps counterintuitively, I had my back turned to <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Mokoli%CA%BBi\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Mokoli&#8217;i<\/a>, a popular scenic spot on the windward side of Oahu, choosing to\u00a0 take this shot of the Ko&#8217;olaus instead. The deep furrows in this mountain range\u00a0 remind me of the pleats created in the process of <a href=\"https:\/\/www.pinterest.com\/pin\/502362533426984240\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Arashi Shibori<\/a>.<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A couple of days later, we sped along the H3 Highway from the Honolulu airport to Kailua. The lush green of the Ko&#8217;olau Mountains, deeply engraved by threads of waterfalls that have trickled down their sides for centuries, paired with the scent of humidity and tropical flora, brought in a sweep of memories formed at a time before iPhones and when I was way too busy with little ones to spend more than a few cursory moments here and there drawing.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_3972\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3972\" class=\"wp-image-3972\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Temple-1024x768.jpg?resize=600%2C450\" alt=\"Byodo-In Temple\" width=\"600\" height=\"450\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Temple.jpg?resize=1024%2C768&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Temple.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Temple.jpg?resize=768%2C576&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Temple.jpg?resize=624%2C468&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Temple.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Temple.jpg?w=1875&amp;ssl=1 1875w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-3972\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The <a href=\"http:\/\/byodo-in.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Byodo-In Temple<\/a> on Oahu is one of the loveliest places I can think of. We visited frequently when we lived on the island, and make a point of going back each time we return. The following photos are all from the temple.<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">There&#8217;s nothing like a full sensory experience for facilitating re-entry into a bubble of remembrance. For whatever reason, the image of a snow globe popped into my head, and it occurred to me that what I was experiencing could be equated to looking into one of those little enclosed worlds while reawakening it with a good shake. Although, like memory, there&#8217;s no way to physically (re)enter the environment it confines, an emotional magic resurfaces from somewhere deep within to be felt and enjoyed once again.<\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-3973 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Buddha-768x1024.jpg?resize=375%2C500\" alt=\"Amida Buddha\" width=\"375\" height=\"500\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Buddha.jpg?resize=768%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Buddha.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Buddha.jpg?resize=624%2C832&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Buddha.jpg?w=1575&amp;ssl=1 1575w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Buddha.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 375px) 100vw, 375px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Which brings me to this: five years ago author <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/JSFoer\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Jonathan Safran Foer<\/a> gave the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=RgGzz3fKINA\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">commencement address<\/a> at my son&#8217;s college graduation. Unlike the speaker at my own commencement &#8212; of whose talk I remember exactly zero &#8212; Foer&#8217;s message has stayed with me. In a nutshell, he was observing that the world can be divided into two camps: archivists, who take full advantage of technology to document life&#8217;s both great and small events, and eye-witnesses, who record nothing physically but rather rely on memory alone.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-3974\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/RakedGravel-768x1024.jpg?resize=375%2C500\" alt=\"Raked Gravel\" width=\"375\" height=\"500\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/RakedGravel.jpg?resize=768%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/RakedGravel.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/RakedGravel.jpg?resize=624%2C832&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/RakedGravel.jpg?w=1575&amp;ssl=1 1575w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/RakedGravel.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 375px) 100vw, 375px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Short-lived moments are precious, which dictates the desire to capture them in photos or on video. Yet human memory involves emotion in a more direct way than technology. The point of Foer&#8217;s speech was that being more fully present allows us to hold onto our experiences more closely. He wasn&#8217;t saying one approach was better than the other, only that striking a balance between the two is perhaps the wisest course.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-3975\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koi-768x1024.jpg?resize=375%2C500\" alt=\"Koi\" width=\"375\" height=\"500\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koi.jpg?resize=768%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koi.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koi.jpg?resize=624%2C832&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koi.jpg?w=1575&amp;ssl=1 1575w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Koi.jpg?w=1250&amp;ssl=1 1250w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 375px) 100vw, 375px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I don&#8217;t think I could ever give up my camera. And as I have often expressed, the act of drawing allows me to more fully notice and record details that I might otherwise miss, in some ways strengthening a memory of time and place. But it isn&#8217;t the same as basking in a fleeting experience without any buffers or intervening devices. This time around I was happy to let go of the tools and to enjoy both the restfulness and the exhilaration of immersing myself in a change of environment without them.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><em><strong>On a Different Note<\/strong>_________________________________________________________________________________________<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">My <a href=\"http:\/\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/honoring-a-kinship\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">mother-in-law<\/a> has a great eye and a wonderful collection of art books that are always a treat to peruse whenever we visit her. She is often ahead of the curve in ferreting out interesting artists and reading material about them. She requested a subscription to <a href=\"https:\/\/www.juxtapoz.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Juxtapoz<\/a> magazine a while ago, so this trip I had an opportunity to sift through several she has saved. I was very impressed &#8212; feeling it has a fresher and less &#8220;establishment&#8221; approach than ARTnews or other like publications. The interviews of highlighted artists are smart and well-written, going into the depths of practice without being oppressively long. I think you might find it worth checking out.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After a welcome vacation, I am back to my routine. When I sat down to write and consider images for this post, it suddenly occurred to me that I took very few photos and spent even less time drawing while away. 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