Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Migrant Mother

At a certain point of hardship even instinct requires thought if it is to stand a chance of being acted upon. The familiar look of dust-bowl angst is also the expression of endless and futile cogitation. In an era of extreme economic scarcity what struck Lange was the potential surplus of thought this scarcity generated, exacerbated  and, ultimately, wasted. And it is in the hands - rather than the head or the eyes - that this mental activity is most vividly apparent. Even when the heart has all but shut down the fingers are still fidgety with life; when passive they have the troubled serenity of dreams which continue unabated and unsatisfied.

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