Saturday, August 10, 2013

Scenes and Illusions




 
 It's hard to tell whether this beautiful moment is the calm before the storm, or the consolation after it. Colors melt and twist into thin air, becoming nothing, leaving only a searing mark in the back of your eyes for a millionth of a second. Everything has been flipped, and it is agonizing to come back down when our aim has been on the sky above. Even seeds accidentally planted leave a shadow once they are grown.

There aren't any words to define this feeling, so we combine pictures and poetry and music until it seems to make a tiny bit of sense. This time, we strive not to explain it to others, but to make sense to ourselves.