STOMPER

Saturday, January 26, 2013.  My nephew used to call draft horses 'stompers.'  I immediately thought of that when I saw this image worn into the orange safety strip on the subway.  It might be one of the Titans, and every time his foot reaches the earth it becomes huge, the other foot lifted into the surrounding universe, and small to our sight.

NIGHT DIVE

Monday, August 20, 2012.  This reminds me of night diving in Bonaire.  The little fish are illuminated with our lanterns, swimming among the dark shapes of the coral and rocks, and the inkiness of the depths where our lights do not shine.  It is what I saw when I momentarily lost my dive partners in the wilderness of that space.

THE VIEW FROM ABOVE

Monday, July 23, 2012.  Accidental, incidental and transitory.  A whitewash of glue obscures what was once visible and reveals that which it can't cover or doesn't blend.  I like to think that someone thought about how much to strip away and what to leave.  Did this person see where to tear a bit to reveal the blood red paint and the cross hatches?  It is lost now, not to be found again.