If we know what love is
we will love again.
IF WE HAVE BEEN CLOSE, WE WILL BE CLOSE AGAIN.
we are celebrating . . .
I said to Pete, this photo of my neck is actually quite beautiful. And he said, if you say so—
images: crinoid fossils; brugmansia, photo: dorothy clews; surgery incisions, photo: pete zwetkof; Denver International Airport; catch and floodout (detail) tapestry by dorothy clews; vortex street, NASA image
thinking about form—
how things encountered belong to forms, find their forms, define, renew and structure forms.
the forms I think about when I am in this space
are open cups, closed cups and spirals, which are at once both open and closed forms.
undulating and interlacing lines are spirals whose lines are irregularized, loosened; they release the momentum of spirals, but inhabit different regularity.
beholding is a consequential action: how many coils rotate off one axis, or spin off from a vortex outward on their separate planes/ counting up, attending, until one: the curve where energy deflates, loops into pattern.
how many involutions do we walk before a maze becomes a wilderness—or walks us through toward grace?
open cups fill up with motion, slide atop it: pulled by inner/outer curvatures in mated surface tensions; and enclosed cups of course, are waiting to burst open.
voids contained by energy are spirals; those sustained by mass are cups.