Text, font, diagrams, landscape, maps,
globe, detail, vision are all compositions of lines in some shape or form. Sure
there are other ways to describe these things but for the sake of this argument
I’m going to focus on the possibility of lines, specifically the horizon line. The
possibility of connecting with something that does not truly in a physical
sense, ever materialize.
ETERNAL SWEET TIMES
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
horizon line meets guitar solo meets conversation jam
lines lines
thought lines
landscape lines
time lines
pencil lines
eucalypt lines
fluro lines
pick up lines
grass lines
tree lines
horizon lines
pee lines
your line
time line
denim lines
tracing lines
static lines
sight lines
song lines
set lines
note lines
wailing lines
electric lines
wailing wailing
waveforms
histograms
silhouette
land lines
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
The sun streams through the snow covered trees, bounces off the windscreen and reflects off the dash. The trees are running past by and by. It's the beginning of the journey home like so many ahead and so many before. The music is playing — talking has ceased — there are no words just reflections. The mountains are heavy with snow, the weekends activities are projected onto their sun drenched mass as we are moving and they remain— we are moving, they remain.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
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