I honestly can't quite explain my absence from this blog. So many weeks have passed, so many thoughts registered, so much consideration of the why's and how's of life and of art, especially the why's. Why, for example, this easy pre-occupation I have with the industrial aesthetic, which seems to extend even to the waste product, the seeming edge beyond which things are no longer useful but are deemed waste. There is a lot of waste in our world and no place to put it. I am not hear to preach, however. I prefer the subliminal work of beauty perceived, apprehended and expressed: A creative "catch and release", as it were, that presents itself to my eye when I am open to it.
So here it is. This Friday, December 20th, Christmas just around the corner. I find myself searching beyond the grit and grime of the industrial, beyond the familiarity of the imperfect, for something to appreciate that isn't particularly contentious, something on which to meditate (or not), and for which to give thanks, something that points the way to the many-storied mountain that is vision and Art.