|Knight Rise by James Turrell|
Now a blue point, far, far in heaven floating,
As to the light emerging here on deck I watch thee,
(Myself a speck, a point on the world's floating vast.)
I wandered on my bicycle to the Scottsdale Museum of Contemporary Art. That blue ellipse is the clear blue Arizona December sky, through a hole in the ceiling of a small outdoor room.
I wandered around this little white room staring up at it, and felt like I was spinning slowly around an inverted white vortex in thin air. Or else, trapped inside a giant, empty Kleenex box, looking out.
I wander sometimes. Sometimes on foot, sometimes on my bike. Sometimes in my mind, into the very very blue, really just a point on the world's floating vast. Get up. Go ride.
|Just blue, so blue|
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