A painting, from ages ago, which depicts one mood and then another, expressed but hardly understood at the moment, made with washes of color , overlapping, hangs over a small cloth from not so long ago, which covers a hole in the wall, is framed, under glass, layered with today's reflection of the studio, and I liked the way one thing over another became one thing to look at.
Looking is like that. A form of time-keeping. For a moment, and sometimes longer, you might be held in the rhythm of back and forth, and sense a Oneness in it all.
I think this new year will bring a lot more looking. Forward, back, around, through. Just looking.