The mysterious place. Not Aerial nor even Ariel. Neither soap powder, nor typeface; neither looking down from a flight, nor even Shakespeare or the ancient name for Jerusalem. Just a fullness of life-giving greens and indeterminate blues. The forms and origins are as unknown as the source of the movement in this place, to and from this mystery.
It leaves me wondering why I titled it that if it is not that, and if not that, then what? No, in its essence it is Arial; that was and is its name. Persistently so, annoyingly so. It insists on it.
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It certainly looks like "flying over" to me. Lovely piece!
ReplyDeletemerci, merci -- there is that element in it -- no doubt!
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