When the day’s noise overtakes the still of now, I imagine my mother’s lens. It shows me moments of nature. She chases light that burns red and orange onto ripples of water and paints ducks to the shore. Framed in her eye is a canvas that captures patterns designed by time and presence to share ...
My son designed a sculpture weeks ago. This presentation of great artistic magnitude reflects a certain state of mind I experience on occasion. The various elements or tasks of life are bound by stress. All things feel important. Order seems impossible. To tackle such a mass of confusion, I need perspective and a good dose ...