Every time I drive by, through, wind machines, I get chills, like I'm entering a place where reality shifts... you captured it here, with this photo...
From my studio in Hampstead, North Carolina, I solder and bind together books of various sizes. These books may become the archives for thoughts, memories and photographs.
I am also a fiber artist and a nature printer, and I love to share my knowledge with others.
"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow." – Melody Beattie
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Looking, Walking, Being
I look and look. Looking's a way of being: one becomes, sometimes, a pair of eyes walking. Walking wherever looking takes one.
The eyes dig and burrow into the world. They touch fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor. World and the past of it, not only visible present, solid and shadow that looks at one looking.
And language? Rhythms of echo and interruption? That's a way of breathing.
breathing to sustain looking, walking and looking, through the world, in it.
3 comments:
Whoa.
That is an amazing picture...
Every time I drive by, through, wind machines, I get chills, like I'm entering a place where reality shifts... you captured it here, with this photo...
This is fascinating. I love the sculptural look of these wind machines, but realized there are implications with the natural world.
You might like my poem "Totemic" on Invisible Keepsakes.
Thanks for visiting and commenting on my Crockery piece.
Your photographs are stunning and I WILL be back.
Kat
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