when I stand in the middle of those vast plains and prairies I do not see or feel “emptiness”… to me, the volumes of space, the wind rippling the grass, a breeze on my face, the birdsong, the flight of crows - this is the exact opposite of emptiness: it is a fullness, a richness that I just want to drink in, that I want to have envelop me… on the other hand, if you drop me into the middle of Manhattan, I just want to shut down - the hordes of people, the noise… it’s just maddening to me, and something I’ve chosen to avoid as much as possible in my life…
via Colin Pantall’s blog: Bruce Haley’s Panoramic Landscapes.
{ 3 comments }
I just threw up a little.
Anthony, you made me throw up a little.
You’d probably throw up a little more if you’d have been in some of the conflict situations he has…
Comments on this entry are closed.