Now that I am back, I find myself seeing things with new eyes. It is like I am seeing it for the first time. The land has exploded with green and color. Within my sight as I write this, I can see five different colored hibiscus, bougainvilleas, jasmine, gardenias, lantana, spaths and a few things I can't name. It is lush.But that is not the newness I am talking about. It is like seeing the world anew. My trip north was a whole new visual palette, culture shock of a sort, and I was struck how familiar sights seemed so unfamiliar, surreal.
Maybe it is learning to see with a photographer's eye or perhaps it is seeing the world anew every three seconds. The latter being the gist of Blue' valedictory speech in Marisha Pessl's "Special Topics in Calamity Physics." At any rate, things look different.... but good.
2 comments:
It seem that your trip up north have opened your vision at a certain level where you haven t explore yet,or you have forgetten with the time.There is a french painter
(Matisse)who always said that the painter have to look at things like children who open theirs eyes and see things for the first time.
Keep looking!!!:-))))))
Bye!!!
Antonin
Nice, Chris.
As your friend, Antonin, wrote if only we all had the special gift of seeing things anew every day (or every 3 seconds!) with a child's eyes and heart. Mencius wrote "the great man is he who does not lose his child's heart". Hmmm, yeah. RM
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