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VIII Glassy smooth a mirror-sea reflects a turbulent cloudscape blending white into grey today far distant the sea joins the sky the sky absorbs the sea into the one the other disappears and little movement at the water’s edge . . . the tide-uncovered land lies exposed to harden in the still air IX Despite the profusion the messiness of it all and with disorder everywhere there is a precise vocabulary for the nature and experience of the coastal strip the area caught between land and sea. Rocks littered Sand pitted and patterned Sea sounding breaking pulling-back Sky an overarching complement to it all and the necessary story of coming and the ‘just being here’ and this path to the sea shore strewn so with anticipation with forward-facing dreams almost urgent imaginings as we let go of the constraints of the squared space the vertical architecture of daily life X See how those we love are transformed when the sea is their only boundary a figure stands before a sand bar in a crescent of water left by the tide an affecting geometry of solitude another gathers her body in a crouch to come close to a speckled play of tiny shells fragments thrown together by the morning’s tide The beach is such unconfining space where movement demands no direction XI this attentive looking at what lies at the feet or not choosing to pass by the curiously-formed or not but there is a measuredness of step an accompanying intent with that always-confidence there may be something so single out what can be held in the fingers what can lie entire in the neutral space of your collection’s row then later with the pencil’s mark the brush’s touch in line and shade and the tricks of chiaroscuro an image will be secured in mind and muscles’ memory you will have drawn this form into knowledge
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
Tide Marks #8-11
VIII Glassy smooth a mirror-sea reflects a turbulent cloudscape blending white into grey today far distant the sea joins the sky the sky absorbs the sea into the one the other disappears and little movement at the water’s edge . . . the tide-uncovered land lies exposed to harden in the still air IX Despite the profusion the messiness of it all and with disorder everywhere there is a precise vocabulary for the nature and experience of the coastal strip the area caught between land and sea. Rocks littered Sand pitted and patterned Sea sounding breaking pulling-back Sky an overarching complement to it all and the necessary story of coming and the ‘just being here’ and this path to the sea shore strewn so with anticipation with forward-facing dreams almost urgent imaginings as we let go of the constraints of the squared space the vertical architecture of daily life X See how those we love are transformed when the sea is their only boundary a figure stands before a sand bar in a crescent of water left by the tide an affecting geometry of solitude another gathers her body in a crouch to come close to a speckled play of tiny shells fragments thrown together by the morning’s tide The beach is such unconfining space where movement demands no direction XI this attentive looking at what lies at the feet or not choosing to pass by the curiously-formed or not but there is a measuredness of step an accompanying intent with that always-confidence there may be something so single out what can be held in the fingers what can lie entire in the neutral space of your collection’s row then later with the pencil’s mark the brush’s touch in line and shade and the tricks of chiaroscuro an image will be secured in mind and muscles’ memory you will have drawn this form into knowledge
nigel-morgan
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
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