curious, not creepy.

today i fell in love with someone i’ve known for quite some time now. i’ve always appreciated him, but never really understood what made him so special. 

until today.

there was something about seeing him in a different, unfamiliar space that made me look closer. or maybe it was just that it was seeing a new side of him, that i’d never really explored. 

i think it was the juxtaposition between that image [circumnavigation of the blood] and this text taken from a lecture he gave:

i know now [and should have known earlier] that we are incapable of ever seeing anything new. consequently, we would never photograph anything unless we have become attentive to it because we already have a part of it within ourselves. as we go around we are only paying attention to those things which already have occupied us, or, better still, are so much a part of us that we lean into the next situation finding that we are already there.

oh, frederick sommer. where have you been all my life? you’re so much more then cut up pieces of butcher paper. how could i have neglected you for so long? and will you ever forgive me? i like to think he’ll let it slide.

i went to the scottsdale museum of contemporary art today and had a lovely evening with mr. sommer, and a new somebody i’ve been looking into, james turrell. his piece, knight rise, looks like this:

the photo doesn’t do it justice. i laid down on the bench that circles around the room and started up at the sky for 20 minutes. and it was amazing. the subtle color shifts of blues and whites was beautiful. and i can’t wait for his piece in the crater to open.

maybe phoenix isn’t all bad after all…