The kitchen window sill continues to act as its own, effective studio setting. And, to re-iterate - on days when the news about DACA, and just about everything else (hurricanes, fires, North Korea, whatever) continues to be dismal, posting an image of beauty has its own valency as a form of resistance, not escapism. Resistance, that is, in the sense of slowing down, paying attention, not being overwhelmed by the huge - because what use is one, when overwhelmed? So here are the many petals of a white hydrangea flower. I'll give you some Blake: "Some See Nature all Ridicule & Deformity ... & Some Scarce see Nature at all. But to the Eyes of the Man of Imagination, Nature is Imagination itself." I'm not quibbling over the degree to which a cultivated hydrangea counts as "Nature" - the point is: here it is, complete and separate in its own folded, shaded, complex, many-eyed presence.
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