Providence

dusk

getting there

Navigating an anfractuous landscape, happiness and melancholy, steeply up and down.
Creating images the work proceeds on two fronts, physical and emotional. The physical work can be corralled with methodology. The emotional work, it's like night.

equinox

hope

I don't buy lottery tickets, but I am not immune to hope. I plant trees and imagine them succeeding, providing habitat for generations.

I am particularly susceptible to short-term hope. I look at an image and think, yes! It is good! I will eat, I will buy Sophie a new collar.

And so it was with this image. An author who I particularly admire was hunting for some live oak imagery, a row of oaks.

The Artists and Curators scoff, "it has already been done".

It's lucky the world wasn't created by an Artist?

"I am gonna to make Me some continents and put them in a vast sea of urine."

"I'm gonna make Me some animals and cut them up into sections."

In the end the job was killed.

Hope lives.