In response to a comment: Lonely? How interesting. Actually, the opposite. I’m making places I would like to walk. Attracted to windswept hills, walking through landscapes, seeing outrigger presence of civilizations past – posts, trees, stones, dwellings, farms. Not much interested in the modern. For me, these places are spaces to think, to hear God, to see stars, to smell grasses, to feel the earth and sky. The opposite of lonely. Quite.
“Rain, Presently” a new monotype, just finished yesterday – finally! I thought to call it many other things having to do with solitude, peace, water, columns, presence. But, after dodging between showers to take photos of the work – a ritual around here – the event became the name. Ink on paper, 18″ x 24″.
Remember Moab? Floating through canyons. Passing through and under rock formations of extraordinary character. Silently moving from hot sun to cold shadow. Occasionally seeing evidence human activity; messages, drawings, graffiti,
pathways, burn marks and detritus.
Traveling through a place when it’s raining, drops gathers on the windshield creating a separate plane of information. Especially if it’s a downpour and you are trying to look past one reality to see another. It’s an abstraction, and not. Each drop curves the view – a micro-world of it’s own. Mesmerizing.