time

"It's not very often you see hands that big," I said. "Hands that small, you mean," he said. "Oh yeah,...well...no, hands that big!" This made me think. I see them as big because they are always growing, getting bigger. Others see them as small because they are, small, compared to...something bigger...hmm.. so, yeah, it's not often you see hands that big. It was the hat too, which drew my eye to the scene, purple bright colour in the sunshine and the perfect symbol of springtime, and hope, and innocence, in the hands of a young child. The mother was concerned of course, that I couldn't see her face, but I explained it wasn't really of concern to me, I was only going for the hands and the hat. She seemed to understand, but I got a quizzical look I've seen before, .. the strange eye that says, 'are you sure you are not just some trippy artist makin shit up?'.. hehee.



More fingers like drum sticks poised as if ready to strike a beat, to tap, to grab a pen, to push plastic keys in rapid succession, to relate stories spawned from a personal obsession for vocabulary and the way words interlock meaning and flow one after the other like grains of water turn stones into sand always washing always speaking with the same hand language, the same voice, the words of the true growth.



Lines around a center point imply motion though the scene is flat and two dimensional. A star shaped object crosses the marble sky from a vortex explosion of the artist's hands carving secrets into history.



Again the willow tree on the beach. All the yellow trees now are pushing their leaves out. Forsythia comes to mind, did someone mention that tree the other day. Photos tomorrow judging from the way the clouds play with my mind. On a quiet day the clear evening halfmoon soared by early, portending some degree of clarity by morning. It creeps closer all the time instead of farther away, about to peak in a mere two months.

FORSYTHIA:An early flowering deciduous shrub, on thin woody stems flowering in the spring before the leaves appear. Profuse flowers are bright golden yellow, bell shaped appearing in March and April. Now found almost anywhere, the Forsythia originated in China. First introduced into Europe in the early 1800's, there are seven species of Forsythia and 5 wild variants.