imagine

imagine #3

that you grew up with parents

"back to the landing" in the 50's 

before the term was coined

with old buildings to play in 

with a pond for skating and

to sail a small boat in, and

you sailed before 

you rode a bike

imagine you drew things as a kid

birds, boats, cars

imagine you were introduced to

abstract painting in toronto in the seventies 

when 

something was going on  

imagine in high school

making abstract paintings and 

racing motocross 

imagine subjecting yourself to the 

history of art 

in tandem with 

the traditional 

the method and materials 

of drawing, painting and

what has been renamed 

"formal sculpture"

so you are triangulating 

from a known position

theoretical trajectories 

from two different 

points of departure

imagine seeing 

Mont Saint Victoire 

on a windy summer afternoon 

from the seat of your bicycle 

en route north

from quatocento Sienna 

Florence and Pizza into

the simultaneity of centuries 

of Northern principalities

imagine the scent of roadside wild flowers 

in the warm breeze

and their intermingling 

through wine and cuisine

if " beauty will save the world"

we may have to revise 

the word "beauty" 

  to include 

the preservation of 

the natural world

with humanity in 

a side car because 

we have been busted for 

"distracted driving"

describing our emotions

will be required in order 

to save this world

now that truth has a price

but, might we not start with 

descriptions  ?

 I stepped out with the camera

 into an afternoon snow blown 

into

a rising hillside of waves

frozen spray falling into

 blue shadows

at -20ºc

feb27 4:44pm

the view from the crow's nest, and

two maples creak 

the exact sound 

of the rig of a 

wooden ship

in a breeze

it's the mast to 

the top

it's the gaff  

to the main

as harmony

and east from  

the headlands

a distant frozen bay