Weary Possibly 1890 - 1934

Alfred Stieglitz captured this image, Weary, with a camera, somewhere, sometime. I can almost feel the weight of the sticks beneath her head, her body crumpled in exhaustion, like a brushstroke laid down in resignation. It's interesting that Stieglitz chose the title Weary. As a fellow artist I can relate to the subject, and the artist. Maybe she, like me, is pondering the endless conversations between form and feeling. There’s a stillness here, an acknowledgement of limits. How many times have I felt that weight, that bone-weariness that comes from trying to shape something out of nothing? There’s a bravery in that act of stopping. It's about accepting the moment, the end of something, and the possibility of something new on the horizon. It’s like when I’m painting, and I have to let the colors bleed, let the shapes shift, let the image emerge. Stieglitz's quiet capture reminds us that art is not just about the grand gesture but also about those moments of rest.