Friday, May 6, 2011


Van Gogh

I'm thinking about how irises seemed to me when I was five years old. They seemed to have such presence to my little mind and wondering eyes. It felt like they were trying to say something to me, in a hermetic language.The intensity of color, the complexity of form appeared as eruptions from the unknown into the realm of quiet breathing.

Although I didn't have the words for it at the time, this is exactly the impression: I was in the presence of strange beings who projected a higher spiritual significance. It's good to have a couple visionary experiences to fall back on, when time has faded the ability. The luster remains in memory -- not as nostalgia but as reclamation.


  1. I felt something similar, though could not word it so brilliantly, at Birds of Paradise. They truly seemed to be something beyond a flower.