windthread

for sure,  double click.  Please.

why do i love what i love?   

those Shrines….the 113 images,  photographs,  of sticks or wood.  to which raw fragments of cloth have been affixed.   in a STARK landscape.   What i feel

feel

as i look at them is just a deep and so sensuous LOVE.    Of what?,  exactly?   

and then this.  I knew i needed more,  if i were to take the photographs to SomeOne to ask questions.  i put , so gently,  pressure on the stem of the largest,  and found….there were 4.   4/one.   and how so gently they are attached to the Earth.   it took almost no pressure.   And there.  I had disrupted them,   ended them.   The excruciating  Beauty of this.   All of it.  The partial yellow pot.   The elegant partially decomposed cardboard that had taken on a slate blue hue,  the pine needles,  and then

the Beings itSelf,  themSelves…looking at the pic now i can smell it….the scent of wet Earth  of their bodies,  the ethereal quality of touching with finger tips   

these are Love Things to me.   How did this happen?   Why?   and Why is it so important to me to try to tell about it.  To find words for what i feel