I’ve been looking at, collecting X.
Why, you might ask.
It’s one of those things that you uncover from your memory — something past and misted. But there.
The X is an ancient symbol — so old, its origin is forgotten. But what is it?
It is the crossing; it is the crossroads, it is the place in which paths merge, lines connect, mysteries emanate.
I can recall being in Bali, and there was a ceremony at the crossroads — for them, it’s a path of collision and danger; the leyak roost there, demons haunt these grounds. Make offerings, then the crossroads are appeased.Â
There is the symbolism of the cross in Christ — the ancient crucifix being an X.Â
I started with stones.Â
Then watching for others, seeing others, contemplating their magic, their mystery. It continues. So that by now, I’ve got hundreds of them. What to do — xplore: more.Â
This one, in light:Â
TSG | nyc