And other musings on Cangiante, Sfumato, and Unione
Riding the alligator. accelerator…. alligator… escamator… oh whatever…. you know what I mean.
p.s. My kids used to call this an alligator. I also remember what they would scream when they saw a fire truck…. this is a family blog so I won’t say here. What funny names did your kids use?
From Instagram – Northern Kentucky Convention Center
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I stand still or move slowly, feeling things like the impulse of shapes, the direction of lines, the quality of surfaces. I frame with my eye (sometimes with my hands) as the ground glass would frame. Nothing that one could reasonably call thinking is taking place at this stage. The condition is total absorption; the decision (a picture!) is spontaneous. – Aaron Siskind, 1955