I found it so beautiful, the way that small cone and twig rested on an old steel mooring here in Golden Gate Park.
When I first saw it, I thought that it had, amazingly, fallen and landed right there where it lay. And although that scenario is entirely possible, I reasoned afterwards that someone had probably placed it there. Perhaps I wanted to reason away the fantastic.
Anyway, if this thing was placed there, while more intended and willful, I still find it beautiful act; the size of the gesture, insignificant.
As a person that has for years found it a struggle to look at and produce art, I did not find it unimportant that something so phenomenally simple could produce such resonance for me. To find a medium where I can be as inactive as possible, while still producing something meaningful that could read as intentional, has not been easy.
If I could allow myself to be comfortable with coming upon this branch and saying, "this is my art", and present is as such, would I think be quite satisfying.
When I first saw it, I thought that it had, amazingly, fallen and landed right there where it lay. And although that scenario is entirely possible, I reasoned afterwards that someone had probably placed it there. Perhaps I wanted to reason away the fantastic.
Anyway, if this thing was placed there, while more intended and willful, I still find it beautiful act; the size of the gesture, insignificant.
As a person that has for years found it a struggle to look at and produce art, I did not find it unimportant that something so phenomenally simple could produce such resonance for me. To find a medium where I can be as inactive as possible, while still producing something meaningful that could read as intentional, has not been easy.
If I could allow myself to be comfortable with coming upon this branch and saying, "this is my art", and present is as such, would I think be quite satisfying.
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