A wave is liquid motion – complex physics and restless poetry combined.
Always shifting; never repeating.
Its form is a function of wind, tide and topography.
Its colour reflects the sky and mirrors the depths.
Unique, and then gone.
There is something incredibly pure about that.
After yesterday’s flirtation with neon in Eighties Palm Regret, it’s back to basics and a return to black and white.
The subject matter is a million miles from palm fans waving in the breeze, even though the the scenes in the pictures were only metres away from each other.
Water sculpted rock – pure, solid and immovable.
The shape is as fantastical as any by an abstract sculptor, all layers and angular beauty.
I was a little awestruck actually, but strangely reassured by the rock’s transformation over time by the elements.
I’d like to think that time and adversity sculpt us all into striking and unique entities.
It’s the way of the world.
If something is shiny and precious enough, it gets assigned a value over and above its basic elements.
And like this very yellow gold jewellery in an Asian glass display cabinet, it gets boxed in.
To be admired, shown off and micro-examined by others with their own motivations, good or otherwise.
I have seen it with people I know or are well aware of – once you are on constant display there is a polished role or roles to be played.
That person might still shine but their light is often captured in the box of others.
A gold bracelet has an amplified worth, but it had a unique molecular character and purity before the artisan’s touch gave it a lustre to be lusted after, or sold to someone with enough cash.
We are all valuable in our own right, and really need just enough glimmer to throw light on the free path we are on.
Flora corner: Bird of Paradise (also called crane flower) plants seen on the weekend.
You either love or hate them, but they are striking and individualistic.
Mimicking a bird’s head with plumage or with petals like a bird in flight – take your pick – they make a statement of unique style that would be the envy of any fashionista.
Go with your own style I say – nobody totally inhabits it like you!