Friday, July 22, 2016

The room I love most in my house

is the arboretum.  OK, it's an extension of my home.  A way-across-town extension of my house.  An emotional extension.  A trove of spectacular with unexpected treasures.  Just think of the arboretum as an alphabet in search of a poem.  Or the spoon awaiting the soup.

1 comment:

  1. Metrix, July 2016

    Notions of circularity, cycles, evolutions

    the icons of collected memories, fears, desires
    is it enough to paint them?

    "Beyond the horizon some figures are in pursuit of each other; a circle is being closed again and again.
    Love is a baton, a quarry, a disc."

    from Evidence, strata F, 1984