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.
Metrix, July 2016
ReplyDeleteNotions 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