Are incomplete
Until nature
Has played her part
This insight says as much
About my own life
As about art
Acts of creation, both
This insight says as much
About my own life
As about art
Acts of creation, both
Interpretations
Of a world made
From highlights
And shadows
Rendering texture
And line
Mine is the hand with the eye
We create spaces
Walk away from them
Return, re-visit, renovate
We take what was
And make of it
Something else
Whether for utility
Or a statement
It’s what drew me
What pleased
My mind’s eye
Said, “There’s something there”
Click
Click
Click
What I love about ruins most is the gestures of grandeur or utility they once were, the stories of their use, of their place in a time and society which no longer exists. I love them for the markers of history they are, here, now — in the present — how they act as transporters to another time, another place.
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.
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