And other musings on Cangiante, Sfumato, and Unione
I love touring old towns. I convinced elise to take a drive down old rout 30 in Plymouth, In. And just little off 30 was Centennial Park that had a date on the entry arch of 1926. There was a play are with this slide from who know when. I just know you could build this now
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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