at dawn, at dusk,
that certain light creates an atmosphere of possibility, a temporal ambiguity.
Perhaps it's the obliqueness of the sun, or the feeling that the light is shining through glass,
that the moment becomes any place, any time, or just a flicker of memory.
Sometimes we find ourselves
elsewhere than where we really are.
"Sometimes"
Oil on Canvas 2006
6 comments:
A painting? A photgraph?
Hello, thanks for your sympathy about my father. It's much appreciated.
Your blog is very interesting; very different. How wonderful to have seen an albatross! I like your spare writing style.
nice stuff..... enjoying your art....thankyou.
viva la etheral...
gosh I miss the icebergs in the morning!
hello hello! i lost your link but found it again. really enjoying it :)
A beautiful blog from a gifted person. Thank you for sharing with us.
And I agree, a three-day-old baby boy is pretty cool, too! Congratulations, Auntie Fifi!
Jane: I think it's a painting, but it really doesn;t matter.
totally amazing
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