You don’t have to hear it to know that it is music. Nor does it have to be written in notation. It can be lived.
You don’t have to hear it to know that it is music. Nor does it have to be written in notation. It can be lived.
Ponderosa pines take this… … and make this… Let no one tell you that this is a desert. Let no one tell you that all water enters this land as rain or […]
The water is grass in the wind. The grass is water in the wind. Again? The water is the sun in the wind. The grass is the sun in the wind. And without the […]
This is water. It is called Okanagan Lake. In Icelandic, where indigenous European language survives, it is a vatn, specifically a space of free water. Of that, it is a special form, […]
Does anything that touches water bend it? Or does the water bend to receive it? Is water subject to gravity? Or does it make an empty space under a willow tree, for […]
Today, another lesson from Iceland. It’s almost 2017. Now that art is no longer in the galleries but in the world, shouldn’t art tourism be outside of the galleries but in the […]
The grasses below, in a rainwater pool in Grundarfjörður, Ísland, sure do. They are expressions of a force stronger than gravity. It is the force that holds water molecules together, and holds […]
Boundaries show the limits of consciousness. When they are foggy, magic happens. Look how this grove inhabits the fuzzy boundary of the fog. It holds to itself and yet extends, not only […]
There are waterfalls. You can chase them. It’s lots of fun. Seljalandsfoss Some are spiritual. You can hike to those ones. Svartifoss You can also set your desire for acquisition aside and […]
It is still life. Death, be not proud!