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.
Exploring in the studio today, these pieces of metal and glass called out. A bit of playing with the light, and these materials, these structures began to tell their story.
This is a story of longevity and endurance. It is also a story of flowing lines and transparent joys. Exotic forms that echo ancient traditions. Similar lines and forms found in many places on the planet. The sacred geometries that tie cultures and traditions together. The doorways that whisper, “Come inside, stay as long as you like.” Living as one with the rhythms of day and night.
What I really want to do is arrange three of these glass and metal hexagonal forms, on their sides like three flower petals. In my dream they are enlarged to shipping container size, large enough to build on this dream. This dream of light filled space. This dream of home.
And these are a few of the places I’ve visited recently, my dreamer in tow.
Thanks for reading.