My Muses: Geology ~ In the best moments, like on the edge of the San Juan River gorge, that is the transformation I take with me, that feeling of personal divinity, as if I had touched the hand that makes perfection.
This was her sanctuary. The one place in the home that was hers, away from the rambunctiously adorable children upstairs, and her husband’s workshop in the garage. She came here, every morning, with a mug of dark black coffee and her journal, to write down what she would never tell anyone. In it, she sometimes imagined where the Turquoise River might take her. Those were the only entries she ever re-read.
Destruction, afterall, is what hurricanes like Harry do!
I’ve already responded with Function follows Form, which relates how form itself is my favourite subject. Here I want to draw back to my favourite element with which to explore form — and a variety of other subjects — and that has to be paint. When I bought my first professional camera in nearly 15 years, the first shots were all painted surfaces. Some abstractions. Others records of communication. Still others were essays on the environment in which the surface was painted.
Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP — DISTANCE
How can the wind with its arms all around me