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 color, a pool of brilliance. I pause, suspended in the flow, then, sink into the depths, into that flash of light at the bottom where the water whips up billowing sand clouds as it emerges from subterranean passageways of the aquifer. I silently descend past striated membranes of color, towering oppressive dark empires in the roots of trees, whose constellations of trapped air bubbles look like immense cities seen from afar. Among the morose indifference of clotted roots a shifting cloud of needle-like glimmers of fish, like a blinking eye or silent spasm of revelation slowly wink down into the voluminous depths. They mirage into darkness where suddenly the scattered light is gathered up and shaken out into a carpet of brilliance on the spring bottom. Painting and entering the springs are perhaps the two most
similar experiences on the planet. They are both transformational
arenas of heightened awareness. Like the spring-maker, I too
would like to cast out a veil of light, create a well of color
to celebrate the springs and painting; immerse the viewer in
a prism of tall vertical panels, offer a pocket of illusion.
This pocket of illusion can be the most substantial of experiences. *hot-air balloon
Installation at The Art Center at Okaloosa Walton Community College, Niceville, FL.
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