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I was chasing sunlight. The cosmic gift to every day...
The source of all that lives. Energy from space. Bathing the world clean on its Universal journey. And the Sun is everywhere, as it's supposed to be. The chasing part is because the Sun is blocked, by door frames, awnings, porches and even windows, oddly enough. The light stops and is then released, forming a world of refraction, filtered down to transparency, translucency, glare and glow. Degrees of illumination and shadow, the resulting opposite, putting defining edges on everything we see... If a piece of paper is set before the light, you can draw it. Then you have it and you can go to another piece of light and then another and another and here they are, set before you, these interlocking pieces of light.
And then, of course, the Sun is moving so you go back to your original position and it's changed, so you get to start all over again, layering the bits of light. And before you know it, the way the light acts, in this layering, it starts to reveal a kind of identity, a personality, which can be taken back to individual identities, characters, symbols of the situation and these symbols can be catalogued as a kind of visual language. A language of light... Shadows can be done this way as well. Positive and Negative Space, Hurrah!
Some day I'm going to put down a hundred pieces of paper underneath our Royal Poinciana and chase shadows all day. If the flowers fall, that will be even better. I can match the color of the blazing red. Then with varying numbers of layers the pictures will really start moving and the light will start to come back to life...
It's raining. You can look and look. All the individual droplets or the whole thing. And the noise, the racket of metal and stone. Pounding out a rhythm. The surfaces with an ever widening gloss and sheen. Spreading dull mirrors with shadows. Reflecting sudden brilliant light, putting a halo on every object, then gone to dull shifting gray. Unfocused and blurry as if rubbed. Then the light again and a hint of a Bird chirp, feeling that it might be alright to come out, into the Sun... Open the doors and windows. The room comes alive as if it had been sleeping. The chairs are ready for sitting. The floor is ready for walking. The Animals and Plants are ready for something, I'm not sure what but they're ready. The whole world is like a place-setting, ready for action.
We are on the center of the revolving Earth. The world revolves around everyone. It's pretty exciting. All these worlds in rotation. Passing each other, dipping in and out with each other. Those Cup and Saucer rides in amusement parks come to mind. Rotations within rotations. Turning, in our everyday lives, all the time. Even while standing still. Hell, the Earth itself is moving at fifteen hundred miles-per-hour. Holy jeepers, jump'in jahosafat, how strange is that!... And it's funny.
After seeing the Sun, all these years. Taking advantage of it. Running life by it, moments of Time by it. Taking pictures of it. Making pictures of it. Nourished by its energy. Ignoring the psychological and physical gift of it. While we monkey around and burn ancient rotted leaves to our destruction and full stop... But the source is the thing. To be part of the dry, warm radiance. Feel it on your hand as you move the hand. A thinking entity activated by a desire to be a participant. To be in the continuity of it. Taking notes for a dear friend who is born and dies in nano-seconds. The code has traveled a long distance. At the speed-Of-light. It almost whispers in your ear,"cool huh?" And I answered,"You're funny" and it says "No, you're funny"..."No, you're funny," "No, you're funny...
Randy Nutt
November 19, 2013
Miami, FL
The source of all that lives. Energy from space. Bathing the world clean on its Universal journey. And the Sun is everywhere, as it's supposed to be. The chasing part is because the Sun is blocked, by door frames, awnings, porches and even windows, oddly enough. The light stops and is then released, forming a world of refraction, filtered down to transparency, translucency, glare and glow. Degrees of illumination and shadow, the resulting opposite, putting defining edges on everything we see... If a piece of paper is set before the light, you can draw it. Then you have it and you can go to another piece of light and then another and another and here they are, set before you, these interlocking pieces of light.
And then, of course, the Sun is moving so you go back to your original position and it's changed, so you get to start all over again, layering the bits of light. And before you know it, the way the light acts, in this layering, it starts to reveal a kind of identity, a personality, which can be taken back to individual identities, characters, symbols of the situation and these symbols can be catalogued as a kind of visual language. A language of light... Shadows can be done this way as well. Positive and Negative Space, Hurrah!
Some day I'm going to put down a hundred pieces of paper underneath our Royal Poinciana and chase shadows all day. If the flowers fall, that will be even better. I can match the color of the blazing red. Then with varying numbers of layers the pictures will really start moving and the light will start to come back to life...
It's raining. You can look and look. All the individual droplets or the whole thing. And the noise, the racket of metal and stone. Pounding out a rhythm. The surfaces with an ever widening gloss and sheen. Spreading dull mirrors with shadows. Reflecting sudden brilliant light, putting a halo on every object, then gone to dull shifting gray. Unfocused and blurry as if rubbed. Then the light again and a hint of a Bird chirp, feeling that it might be alright to come out, into the Sun... Open the doors and windows. The room comes alive as if it had been sleeping. The chairs are ready for sitting. The floor is ready for walking. The Animals and Plants are ready for something, I'm not sure what but they're ready. The whole world is like a place-setting, ready for action.
We are on the center of the revolving Earth. The world revolves around everyone. It's pretty exciting. All these worlds in rotation. Passing each other, dipping in and out with each other. Those Cup and Saucer rides in amusement parks come to mind. Rotations within rotations. Turning, in our everyday lives, all the time. Even while standing still. Hell, the Earth itself is moving at fifteen hundred miles-per-hour. Holy jeepers, jump'in jahosafat, how strange is that!... And it's funny.
After seeing the Sun, all these years. Taking advantage of it. Running life by it, moments of Time by it. Taking pictures of it. Making pictures of it. Nourished by its energy. Ignoring the psychological and physical gift of it. While we monkey around and burn ancient rotted leaves to our destruction and full stop... But the source is the thing. To be part of the dry, warm radiance. Feel it on your hand as you move the hand. A thinking entity activated by a desire to be a participant. To be in the continuity of it. Taking notes for a dear friend who is born and dies in nano-seconds. The code has traveled a long distance. At the speed-Of-light. It almost whispers in your ear,"cool huh?" And I answered,"You're funny" and it says "No, you're funny"..."No, you're funny," "No, you're funny...
Randy Nutt
November 19, 2013
Miami, FL
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