Anyone for a game?
Month: January 2017
315.
A quiet sunset passes almost unnoticed, fading into the background with a whisper of gold as the party carries on.
314.
Sunday palimpsest…
313.
I am still reflecting. The picture is not always clear. Sometimes we need not look, but rather interpret, remember, imagine.
312.
Nothing like a good reflection for some cognitive dissonance…
311.
Is it old? Or just referencing other places, other times, other cultures? And if so, where does it belong – here or there?
310.
It’s a twisted, messy, complicated thing… following the threads would take time, care, thought, intention. That’s how life works I suppose…
309.
Without light, there can be no shadow.
308.
Sometimes the only appropriate response is wide-eyed, slack-jawed awe. I saw this, and there I was…
307.
I was in Sydney for work yesterday, and as I ate my breakfast from a small but busy cafe, I found myself thinking about this interesting arrangement of shapes, lines, and textures that I could spot just through a gate on the other side of the laneway. I found the scene very interesting, rich, full of story, and after several moments and a mouthful of bacon and eggs, I discovered why.
It was the architecture of the scene. There are at least six different layers of history here, measured purely in the type and texture of the bricks involved. Each was designed, created, placed here for a particular purpose, whether that be purely functional or also (maybe to a lesser extent) aesthetic.
Architecture is history with form.
