And other musings on Cangiante, Sfumato, and Unione
A late pickup yesterday at ORD. Now, to get her back for a late practice at MSU through the snowy Western Michigan roads. Go Green….! Normally, the airport would be empty this time of night, but not on Christmas day. There was a weird combination of rushing conquerors and wandering zombies. A feeling that this was the lull in a great battle that would resume shortly.
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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