Friday, December 12, 2008

Landscape as Subjective Figure

perhaps the landscape isn't what we rest in, perhaps the landscape is a consequence of who we are

1 comment:

  1. Or perhaps, dear Friend, where we are. Landscape, like Season, changing, transforming from Spring, to Summer, Autumn to Winter. Each distinct, each an image of the Seasons gone before.

    This I know, no two gardens were ever the same.

    Be Blessed in the ever changing, transforming landscapes, my Friend~

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A Pulsing Imagination - Ray Clews' Paintings

A video of some of my late brother Ray's paintings and poems I wrote for them. Direct link: https://youtu.be/V8iZyORoU9E ___