tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post5106233728168321359..comments2024-03-23T20:52:19.525-06:00Comments on An Alaskan in Yucatán: Yucatecan Still Lifes: Flow of ImagesMarc Olsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289566244668566622noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-82743196345668952292010-10-09T18:28:11.766-05:002010-10-09T18:28:11.766-05:00This post, and your pictures, remind me why painti...This post, and your pictures, remind me why painting for the sake of recreating something found in nature is really pointless today.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-41955899238530984412010-09-29T17:00:32.946-05:002010-09-29T17:00:32.946-05:00Another thought provoking treasure. It has been so...Another thought provoking treasure. It has been so long since I had an experience like you've described, I was half way through this before I thought "Yeah, I used to do that..." <br /><br />Before 2000, I was exquisitely attuned to the light, but I've since lost it. "I intensely sense light, shadow and color. One observation leads to another. After awhile perhaps I notice something else interesting close by." I remember that experience. I remember being lost in my garden, in meditation, but it's been so long.<br /><br />So much has been lost in the busy-ness of life, of making a living. I'm reminded of Trotsky, whose hope-filled view of societal change included a vision of everyone working 5-6 hours a day, then spending the remainder in artistic pursuits, in reading, in community activities. <br /><br />I am as far from Trotsky's idyllic vision as it's possible to be, and from your experience of intense focus. I sound like a broken record these days: "when I move, then..." <br /><br />Nevertheless, when I move? Surely I'll be able to stop, to be still at last, to concentrate on the moments of my life that are rushing by unnoticed.lynettehttp://www.bigassbelle.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com