From the air- shielded by thousands of trees, nothing was visible
posted by neilornstein at
1:17 PM
Saturday, June 10, 2006
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9 Comments:
Very interesting piece!
"Love this" is such a weak-a** statement regarding my insta-crush on this post.
Chunks of color/texture.
Skelly among the branchlets.
Mystery and anomie.
What's not to like?
Oh, I forgot to add my delight in the paradox nestled in the title.
Neil, I am so excited!!! Yes, let's please swap, am delighted you like my smiling turning angle gauge.
Will browse and make a pick after I get some lunch...
The paradox I saw?
Nothing being visible.
(Since usually it's a something that's visible...)
;-)
Struck me as Beckettian or Borgesian.
I have always seen nothing with exquisite clarity.
"Yesterday upon the stair / I met a man who wasn't there. / He wasn't there again today / I wish that man would go away." Hugh Means (1875 – 1965)
Loxe the juxtaposition of images... and yes, I agree with Lori that *love* makes such a lackluster statement in this regard.
This is so exotic and mysterious, a jungle all it's own, hiding the many creatures who inhabit. Wonderful creative piece of work!
Really nice!
This is such great piece!
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