i have been mulling over sublime-ation all week. it has bothered me that i couldn't think of a suitable and pleasing (to me) image of her in my head.
something came to me tonight as i drove across town. i was seeing mirka mora, but the young mirka, standing outside her apartment in collins street in the 1950s. she looks such a parisienne and so so exotic in staid old melbourne.
this is a shot from the time, the opening of her cafe/restaurant with her husband georges. you can see her just to the left of the window, with hand up to face.
but i couldn't find the shot i wanted.
so this will have to do. the sophia:
now i am happy, at peace, at rest. i hope sublime is too.
i'm still working on bevis. another elusive person, bevis. i wasn't happy with macaulay, and perhaps he wasn't either as he hasn't been by to comment. i doubt this will be any better but i'm trying to visualise him going on the fairly detailed pointers he has given.
forgive me bevis, if this annoys you. you know i love you.