I love living here because Winter Solstice is the perfect day to dump the jacket & boots
and walk the shore barefoot, whether young
or mid & very young
or willets interacting
even the western snowy plover
is on the shore of Point Reyes on this perfect day.
Creation’s force uses whatever is around to pay tribute, express, memorialize. One man, playing volleyball by the time I walked by, gathered and sculpted driftwood toward the sun on this longest day of the year. As they arrived, friends added feathers, cones, trash, seaweed, a scarf she’d brought, until they’d collectively created “The Sea Tree.”
Too many beautiful naked people surrounded this piece so I chose to capture only the top half, but it was grounded by tall driftwood pressed close as if a single truck with seaweed dangling about four feet above the sand to the right of this central truck .
For a shot that better captures the magic rather than the specifics, www.bonegirlpix.wordpress.com
Nature is relationships in space.
Geometry defines relationships in space.
Art creates relationships in space.
~M. Boles and R. Newman
I’ve fallen for painting furniture. The shape of this old black table compelled me to paint it with acryllics.
A close up of the top:
The unending sentence says:
“love is here,” he said. “I will stay,” she said, thus opening a window in the sky for birds and stars to pour forth which is how we learned everything is Love is here, he said. I will stay, she said, thus…
There are two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is a miracle.