Along the Blue Margins
Blue margins are elusive. There is no beginning or end. Rather, there is a continuous weaving of water and air, of presence and absence, of memory and fact. I see the sand, and in an instant it is gone, moved, ruffled, illuminated. The wave builds, thins, unfurls a fist of sound and is gone, leaving lace-like traces. Clouds obscure the present then rise like a chorus of unsound to praise a unique and glorious day.
Blue Margins – because blue is the color of clarity and temperance. Because I love the vibration of ultramarine juxtaposed with cerulean. Because the blue note calls to me, and I can only compose with paint.