And other musings on Cangiante, Sfumato, and Unione
Late dusk blue light accented by leftover Christmas lights. The change of season or more specifically the change in the quality of light from summer to winter is what I love most about living in the North. The short days of deep winter with its blue light, sun low in the sky adding warm accents. And the best part is that when I start getting bored with the beautiful winter light it changes back to summer.
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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