full moon - thick morning fog - the first indication we are ripe for autumn - sounds are muffled and objects muted by the thick, wet atmosphere - this could be anywhere - reminding me of everywhere - the maritime in venice, ca - waking the birds along the lehigh - the pueblo at acoma - my first walk along the seine and st. michele - the alleys of sevilla - the ferry in dunoon - the hillside cemetery where i bid my father farewell - but i'm here - a few hundred yards from the delaware which was breaking her banks almost two years ago to the day - still here doing what i do every day - painting, learning, and service - moving forward...
i recall a story that i heard about jorge borges as he knelt down in the sahara to allow sand pass through his hand - he said he 'modified eternity'.
also, a comment from 'another'; tolerance is indifference to difference...
for some reason i want to mix a batch of translucent amber to see how many different ways it could be applied to objects and surfaces - and how it modifies them.
i recall a story that i heard about jorge borges as he knelt down in the sahara to allow sand pass through his hand - he said he 'modified eternity'.
also, a comment from 'another'; tolerance is indifference to difference...
for some reason i want to mix a batch of translucent amber to see how many different ways it could be applied to objects and surfaces - and how it modifies them.
