And other musings on Cangiante, Sfumato, and Unione
As the weather in Northern Illinois changes to something more wintry, I felt like reliving a bit of our trip to the UP of Michigan this summer. I can see why some people like summer cottages on lakes, this was an fantastic time. So peaceful and so quiet. It is almost too quiet for one used to a certain base level of noise from cars, planes, and neighbors. You know, life in the suburbs of a large American city.
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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