The art of writing and the creative images that convey thought and feeling have been a part of my mind’s eye since I can remember. Fantasy, hope, and illusion combine to create graphic narratives. Words and images convey, they are the hieroglyphics of our modern-day Calligraphy. I have evolved to become a scribe, a note taker, a disseminator of solitary perception. I write in the-good-chance that another will find his way, her own solace through describing my own neuro-pathways through evolution.
I have long felt that love or disdain occur at first sight. What ever it is that we find either beautiful or truthful, can not be dismantled easily. I see below, children at play, and colors that remind me of spring, along with a glow that permeates the air of summer.
Fantasies of love and lust are awakened by sensations of warmth and dampened by visions of coldness. The image below, (My Lake, Watchaug), draws me into a space that I can let myself belong to.
Belonging to is a step toward actualization. It is a comfortable step where we can pause for as long as we like and absorb the nearness of eternity through our understanding of nature’s cycles and nature’s own evolution.
Sunsets are a most serene way of acknowledging the inevitabilities of life which include the end of it. The final step into an eternity of forgetting everything we ever knew forever. In the meantime, Stealing Beauty is an admirable art form…
I seek like-mindednessRobin’s Egg Blue