Wherever Here May Be black walnut ink, archival pen, graphite, collage 18" x 24"
In the night sky travel the reflection
of whales in the sea. In the rivers flow the reflection of stars in
the night sky. Neither seek the other, because in one another they
are contained. Our souls are cast anywhere they shift their gaze.
We determine the characters we see in a
place, in a time. We have only to feel them there; we have only to
look where we know they will be. We choose our reaction deep within
our soul, when we do find what we seek. We may be comforted, or
jarred, or inspired, feel old or infantile, understand everything or
see the world anew.
When was the last time you sought? Had
the object of your seeking been missing or lost? Had you never seen
it before? And how did you come to know to look for it? Did you
find it where you thought it would be? Did you find it where you
knew it would be? Was it what you expected? Had you had it all
along?
The world we learn that everyone else
sees charms us at times with its self-importance. But it withers in
those moments when our hearts flutter to find the enormous in the
very small, or the simple in the very complex. Our hearts can burst
at a single giggle from a newborn, and we try to make them laugh,
wanting that feeling again and again. And the constellations that
hide in a single tiny snowflake! Have you ever felt the wild course
of your thoughts and emotions focus and steady in response to a
wilder sunset, or all the sounds of a symphony swelling in the climax
of their piece?
Everything you could want is right
here, already. Wherever Here may be.
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