“A Soul Cannot Think Without a Picture”
I have my picture, and my soul is thinking, and dreaming.
Aristotle’s quote informs my life daily. I make pictures, or look at pictures, so my soul might think, and dream. I do this every day. It is a path.
Time capsules and desert debris left in the dunes of studio light. New day greetings from the land of dust and light.
There is a timeless quality about sitting with relics of the past. Touching the patinated surfaces. Memories recalled through touch. Then a smile arrives, or perhaps even a grimace. It doesn’t matter, they are both the same in the remembering world.
It comes that there is a naturalist’s sensibility, about working in this way, with these artifacts. The discovering, examining, tactile journey through a time unknown. What did these pieces of glass and metal represent in the time before?
I will happily sit with these questions, for as long as it takes, smiling.
