I've been exploring, studying the work of Andy Goldsworthy for a couple of decades, really. I was struck, immediately, by the work. What I found compelling was the idea of finding patterning in pattern. That is, if you see something striking in nature, it's a surprise, a revelation, an epiphany. And maybe this can last only for a moment or two. Sunlight, just glinting -- glimmering on water. Mist appearing in a moment. Stones stacked by some random beauty. Driftwood like calligraphy on the...

I contemplate: metus | fear. Things are arranged; then they are rearranged. What do you hold to, that which is arranged, that which is not? Is there beauty in symmetry? Or, symmetry skewed, the chaotic fracture? I contemplate: Imagery photographed at DIA | Beacon, NY I had a client once who told me about his love of doing things that he was afraid of. Interestingly, however, I never saw, or experienced, once, this truth. Another friend mentioned, "do one thing every day that you are afraid...

As I stand As I stand out in the silence of this morning there is nothing to suggest that I am any thing less, than alone A breeze begins. Distance beckons and I can feel just the beginning of drops, that come, falling on my bare shoulders. But it is the sound that is most compelling, from that inevitable quiet, comes that sound -- far out, reflected on the island, lying across from me, sliding sound of one million drops that comes closer to me, in rain that shifts to the leaves, the old roof,...

Krink 3.3.08 Earlier in my life, I'd done some work with graffiti. Sometimes, I used a spray can -- but never unless I was paid. That meaning: that I'd do that for advertising sets, props and installations. And for movie titling treatments. Then I came up with this idea of doing graffiti in bathrooms -- especially incredibly funky stalls. But instead of lewd jargoning, I'd write things like -- Awake! Wildly and elegantly calligraphic, in strokes of metallic gold and silver, using special dense...

I was working in the Dominican Republic this weekend. On Sunday, I drove around the island, with the boyfriend of one of my clients there. He drives like I do -- wandering. See something, go there. But to explore different entries to the property development we are working for, we had little time to stop and gambol. So I shot from the car, never really looking to crop, to confirm, to set the right dimensions in framing. I just shot, drive by. The thing that I learned is that when I did this,...

Sometimes I run, when darkness abounds and I see things like this. So quiet, mist. What can be seen is some times not there. Other times, what is not there, is seen, found. Next. I'm looking for that. tsg

Last light 2.20.08 The light, seen from afar, transforms to many radiant spheres of expression. Flair, lens. Your eyes are out of focus, and you can't quite see what is there, because of the brilliance: it is so blindingbright, that the rayed luminosity, so eyefilling that you can barely see any thing. Any thing, found -- ground. Anything, sought, dark. Seeing that, you might see more. I'm looking for that, light that's found without. Within. tsg (good...

This word keeps popping for me. And I'm wondering why. One thing I'm thinking about is that when you are looking for something, looking for the right thing, it appears. I've been writing about truth, seeking trueness. And I've been turning that gaze to my self. How true am I? What I say, how true, shown freely, is the offering? echt (ekht) adjective Authentic; typical. [From German echt (genuine, typical).] Visual Thesaurus: http://visualthesaurus.com/?w1=echt "I'm trying to find the character...

I think about love 2.14.08 Some times in the lonely haul of working long and hard, you still need to remember that love, found, drives every thing. Holding. The point of beauty, of finding that passion that takes you into entrance of where you are rediscovered finding that which you came from, that which you are, and there where you are going. Doing this, goes back to the heart of that connection. Your nexus, two curves, transect one. Mind full, love that is....

There's a string that moves to the center of the earth, gravity found -- a long running spin of whirling energy. Winds know it. Trees sense it. Waters flow to it. Organisms abide by it. Storms, the spinning whorl of energy, tornados, hurricanes, the casting of the whirled field -- it's all there, galaxy-like in form. The whorl, world. And finding that delicate symmetry, it's about this -- balance. Learning how to sense the line of energy that runs from the tip of your fingers to the center of...