John~
I am exerting all my efforts from this point forward in my reply not to become longwinded or boring with "insights". Yet, this one has taken hold, your Chinese inkstone debarkation.
I arrive at this point after many dream charged nights triggered by a work going through a second self editing... the place I go amid wake sleep deserts me at the precipice of a leap into a boundless "space", no waypoints, ceilings, walls, height, perceivable depth. Until at once again fully awake I am unable to participate in the decisions.
Some time ago I suggested that Lula friends might consider a trip to the Guggenheim or CA for an exhibit of the studies in Light by James Turrell. I was able to see that two of my grandchildren made it to Guggenheim on one of my visits. At the time I really did want to see through their eyes and perception what for them acquired reality. I took care not to mar them with any pre-information or opinion...just, "it might be fun to stop in here to see what's happening " in between the two shows with which I had lured them.
The results were wildly satisfying as I watched notion upon notion obliterated with new realities. (as in watching as one found himself walking THROUGH what he had determined to be a wall which he had been offered the opportunity to "touch" for "temperature".)
How lucky am I to share their eyes and brain workings! Because the work that had been coming together then is now sorted across an upper floor, adjusted at no particular times during the day and night my dreams have become exceptionally vivid with this vast destination to which I travel in semi sleep/wake.
Your image snapped me to attention with an almost mystical secret jolt. I spread it large across a sun blinding white wall at the end of my studio...it became more so. All this coupled with the murmuring voice of an Indian climber being dragged frozen down Everest a year after his death there. (My mother-in-law too has been repeating to me, "don't let them kill me, I'm not dead yet", though I was there in her final days).
I have very little say about the workings within this skull, truth be known, most seem to take place in a vast swirl out of its bounds.
What I am trying to say here John, is that you have something quite amazing here. Don't allow it to go missing. Just off in the upper right quadrant is a passage to unknown, yet to be experienced, but holding an exceptional waiting light~
Perhaps I should apologize, but just can not. Thank you for sharing it. Lumine!!
(edited for punctuation)
