The depths of the heavens balance our view of the depths of Earth…It’s humbling to reflect on the relative shallows of our perception, as we look upon the measureable vastness of a canyon and turn our heads skyward without a thought as to the infinite vastness of the heavens above.
Looking down on the textured divide, a flowing chasm separating two sides of similarly worn landscape, their colors and complexity resembling one another while taking on different forms…Divided by a rushing current or some subterranean upheaval…the worn faces of earth reveal the similarities that define them and transform the great divide into a small wrinkle or crag marking earth’s aging complexion.
Defined by lines in the recesses and along rising faces of earth…The abstraction etches itself on the terrain and begs us to trace its contours. Meanwhile, manmade lines of access roads and turbines float in a separate plane and we envision an invisible wind breezing across the topoglyph.
Wandering our way, we are surrounded by the unseen…then, in moments of clarity or reflection, the world around us materializes in unforeseen ways…balanced between light and shadow, negative space defines this world, illuminating and electrifying the singularity and leaving our senses reeling.
We stare and we stare, taking apart a scene and putting it back together, seeking to understand its how and why, imagining an earlier time and a different world, and painting a more vibrant image in our memories that discounts the distorted blue haze that dominates our view as we gaze through the atmosphere…Closer and closer, we focus on finite details and the very landscape itself seems to pixelate in individually defined blocks of earth and color…earth imitating art.
Looking down on the Gulf, I hear the beats of a drum in the shadows of clouds that punctuate the bronzed head of water…some strong and articulate, others faint and indistinct…out of balance, yet rhythmic, as though introducing symmetry would risk silencing the music…a chaotic tune emerges from the light and shadows and soon my head is filled with the soundless beats of jazz that carry me into the night.
Life can be perilous, especially when we act with arrogance and ignorance, without thought of precedent or consequence…As we pass along this way, it is incumbent upon us to seek the safe passage…to find the smoothest ride through a turbulent landscape…to ensure the security of those whose safety has been entrusted to us…A steady hand, comprehension of established rules, mastery of the ship, humility, and a willingness to accept the ideas of others who see things that are obscured from our vision can mitigate threats and lead us to an undramatic journey through troubled skies.