I wake up in the morning and look out at the skim of light in the distance – I feel supported by the darkness, the solid bed on the solid earth, and recognize that anchor line of the horizon. I can’t see anything but the first rays of light, but I have my bearings.
It’s later in the day now. I’m creating a sense of light and dark with my art- some loose metaphorical reference to land and light. I take a photo and the camera inadequately captures the delicate colors, missing the nuance. It also misses many of the threads that hold up – support – the many pieces of silk. They float above the curved space.
Underneath is emptiness. Emptiness as support.