Category: Art

An ever-fixed beauty that embodies his height, mark and worth.

He encouraged my wandering in the countryside, wading in the “crick”, catching minnows, sliding down hills, picking wild flowers. He sang songs to me that you don’t hear anymore.

In Tunisia I was charmed by the Hand of Fatimah doorknockers common to the region. As I photographed the talismans, I learned they ward off the Evil Eye.

Without our star, how would we inhabit bodies of rich sensory perception with which to perceive, even partially, the faint and intermittent signals lumped together under the term “beauty”? From the darkness of our ordinary, often dreary and difficult lives, these signals—if we pause long enough from “information—can become art. These glimpses into the organic whole may even glimmer.