THE BIRTH OF LIGHT

THE LEGENDS OF THE LIGHT FINDER I was holding light, an illumination that reminded me of a salamander of the luminous, curling like an embryo — light lizard. This, on a full-mooned night, the radiance spilling down and lighting the stones like glistening...

THE TURNING PATH

THE PATH THAT TURNS, AND TURNS AGAIN. EVERY TIME, BACK TO A PLACE. In the blinding snow, the sun so bright that the trees are lit from beneath, it’s a brilliant day. Light filled. Out in the middle of no where, there is no way to go, but back to the center. And...

IN THE HOSPITAL

I was in the hospital recently, and walking the halls, I came to a series of glass compositions created by a friend of mine, from college. Cappy Thompson — Seattle glass artist; and she is still exploring and experimenting — the same, since our connections...

DRAWING IN THE DARK

Last night, as I was on the shore, waiting for the night boat to come crossing, I was drawing in the dark, with light. Dawn was shooting these images, with the full moon behind, and the character of these strokes of light, a kind of light calligraphy, in the fore...

SCRIBBLE BOOK | THE JOURNAL AS MAGIC MARKINGS

I have some books, journals that I’ve made, that only contain scribbles. Scratching. Scarring. Scripting. They are drawn in scripts that only I know. They are circle books — collections of circular strokes. Or books that are writing, symbols, gestures and...