Saturday, 26 January 2013

embryo

we found an aborted embryo this morning, the dark blob in the pic above, bloodstains and grass that had been rooted around, perhaps by a hare.

here it is in the palm of my hand, to give an idea of the smallness, and you can see an eye on the left; I asked our elder son to have a look (he wants to study medicine) and he reached the same conclusion: an embryo
and here's a photo of a photo (by Kevin Carter) from thursday's newspaper that tugged at my heart; a child in the Sudan, curled up dyeing of hunger with a vulture waiting in the background; and like the patient vulture, Carter waited for the perfect moment to take this picture and left, a year later he won the Pulitzer Prize. Kevin Carter was a South-African news-photographer who started working during the years of apartheid in South Africa, he commited suicide at the age of 33, in a letter he stated he had seen too much pain, fear and death. The reason for thursday's newspaper article which this picture accompanies, is an exhibition by Alfredo Jaar 'The sound of Silence' in Rotterdam on Carter's life and work, in the Nederlands Fotomuseum. Maybe I will visit.

Back in my studio, the two merged, the embryo and the image of a suffering child, knowing both lives were lost and I know it doesn't help anyone, but I just wanted to remember them both, here.

it's a bleak day out there

7 comments:

Valerianna said...

intense. Two small lives, one barely begun, and another... intense, that's all I can say.

deanna7trees said...

remembering them here sends love out to the universe.

saskia said...

Valerianna: intense yes, and I feel so....so inadequate....is the term I'm looking for I guess; I know life isn't fair, but the (any) suffering child especially is just too unfair, and there's just not a lot I can do about that.....
thanks Deanna: that is a very comforting thought

Valerianna said...

... and am thinking about the tragedy of Carter, too...that the witnessing can just be TOO much for a preson with a heart.

saskia said...

exactly, I mean witnessing and not being able to act....have just placed another post on the poet Hayden Carruth, I find solace in his work, a refuge....from too much of everything....

deemallon said...

oh dear... the combination of these images, as you so poignantly point out, is powerful. sad.

saskia said...

alas Dee, it is what it is