Brushes of life

The Hero Light Sculpture

For someone who understands and often employs words for what they are -the deadliest most invincible daggers- it is at these times when I can’t do nothing but humbly surrender them to the unquestionable rule of the unspoken.

Painting the Hero with light, that is, brushing out matter with convexities and concavities, stopping the flow of light and letting darkness counterbalance the system, or the poem, or the thesis or who really knows or cares… Is all I can truly ask life for.

As I pass and and pass my sanding gear I can slowly see the effect. And I fall in a trance, a musical precipice of natural focus.

All I wished for, has always been there… Light as the expansive force, the intellect searching for liberation while matter… The contractive force, love itself, holding the moment together.

Electricity and magnetism.

You can feel them everywhere.