The rain relented yesterday and Los Angeles looked like a vagrant freshly showered and shaved, surprisingly beautiful. Joined by Richard, Tom, and Jim, I was among the first to walk Rancho's fairways at seven.
"Light is more beautiful out here. Book-ending the day are those brief spans-- the movie business calls them “magic hours” --when the sunlight is a deep gold and the shadows are so dark they think it’s still night. Backlit you are treated to a vision of crystal clarity. Turn around and the dew sparkles like a sweeping field of diamonds. The fairways are double cut, leaving a wide expanse of checkerboard."
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Brock - your imagery speaks to my own sense of light and dark - in painting, in printmaking, in drawing - like you, many of of us are, at this time of our lives, engaged in an intense re-creative journey gathering a past and a future into a present filled with memory and hope.
ReplyDeleteThe only other choice is to watch our creative selves dissolve, not a viable one. And where might we see your sense of light manifest?
ReplyDeletedon't give up this ghost - bring it to fruition. And I'd like a signed copy, please.
ReplyDeleteThe ghost won't let me be. Soon as they're printed, I'll sign.
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