In my journey across the blank page, many corners, cornices and crevices begin to show themselves. I have little choice but to reveal them, first, as a wandering line, then a form, a shape, add a compartment to isolate elements. Then introduce color to help shed a new light. A new insight. A central form unfolds. What is occuring in the background? There's movement. Fleeting. Colorful. A stable, central object, a background alive and animated. Like staring at a tall building, immoveable, but clouds continually drift behind, birds, helicopters, ceaseless movement, Is the object on a pedestal? Is it symbolic of a holy shrine?
Title: Cornices.
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