Winter Morning Geometry, southside of the Eagle Cap Wilderness . . .
On the road in the American Northwest.
Winter Morning Geometry, southside of the Eagle Cap Wilderness . . .
On the road in the American Northwest.
Once there is difference, there is complementarity.
Once there is complementarity, there is movement.
Art happens in the balance thereby created.
Sometimes we look for Art where there is intense
activity, either on the performance stage or in the
political arena. But how frequently we come away
disappointed because of the lack of any movement
of a significant kind. Despite the camouflage of all
the noise and commotion, as well as the allure of
the superficial sophistication which comes with
complicatedness and unnecessary difficulty of
every description, we feel somehow cheated
because what is happening makes no real,
that is, relevant—difference.
