Spring\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Awakening Moon<\/p>\n
Rolled down the car window–oops, anachronism.\u00a0 Pushed the button which slid the window down–and the scent of moist earth rolled into the truck.\u00a0 Peat moss mixed with new plant and freshly unfrozen water carried along by a light spring breeze.\u00a0 Tonight the awakening moon continues to swell, move toward full, growing in synchronicity with the planet 250,000 miles away; its dance partner in this long running marathon.\u00a0 We squeeze her, she pulls our waters and squeezes us.\u00a0 A dancer and her consort.<\/p>\n
The world for now, our part of the world, moves in darkness and I find the quiet soothing.\u00a0 The night calms this exurban area down to peaceful.\u00a0 Silence does not need to be sought; it comes to us as the hour moves past 9:00 pm or so.\u00a0 If only for these dark hours, we have a hermetic isolation, nothing visible out the windows except stars and the moon.<\/p>\n
The longer I study art history, mix with the objects at the MIA, the more I tend to see much of the world through the lens of art.\u00a0 It’s not a matter of finding art that fits a moment or an idea; rather, it’s as if paintings or sculpture or movies or prints or masks rise up from the unconscious, suggest themselves as a way, a path into an experience.\u00a0 Here on the website I often choose, usually choose, literal relationships but in day to day life the moments are more ephemeral, less one to one.<\/p>\n
Let me see if I can think of an example.\u00a0 A train whistle late at night may call to mind Honthorst’s “Denial of St. Peter.”\u00a0 Perhaps it’s the association of a night scene and a sound transformed by being heard at night.\u00a0 I don’t know.<\/p>\n
This is hard, it doesn’t really happen exactly like that, it’s more suggestive, subliminal.\u00a0 Evanescent. Like the dying tone of the train as it moves further away into the darkness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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