Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Marie Cosindas, where have you been all my life?

How do we educate ourselves when we're no longer in school? Grad school is my road not taken. I did Stanley Kaplan, took the GREs, applied and got in, but I never ended up going. I don't regret that choice but often wish I were in grad school right now, pursuing that PhD in 19th-century medievalism with the stipend and TA job I was promised back when I was in my early twenties and all that stuff was fresh in my brain. Oh well, perhaps one day I will be the sort of senior citizen who audits classes at the local university (cuz there is no way I could get a vaguely respectable score on the math GRE today—I barely squeaked by the first time around). Till then, I have estate and library sales doing the work of furthering my education, and I don't have to take out any loans to make it happen (at least, it hasn't come to that—yet). For example, I can credit an estate sale with introducing me to the work of Marie Cosindas, yet another photographer I've never heard of but whose work I now totally dig. I'll be featuring photographs from Marie Cosindas Color Photographs (New York Graphic Society, 1978) all week as I regroup after my discombobulating long weekend in NYC. As most excellent poet Sara Teasdale wrote:
I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
Julie and John, 1976

Barbara and Fred, 1976

Faye and Peter, 1976 (Yes, as in Faye Dunaway and Peter Wolf—wowsie wow wow)

Stephanie, Elaine and Tony, 1976

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