I was sitting on my front porch, a place that feeds my soul, and noticed that the grape leaves behind the rocking bench were casting beguiling patterns onto the cement. I scurried inside to grab my camera, because you never know when a cloud will position itself in such a way that the place you have set your heart on photographing is no longer in amenable light. Shadows thrill me: their graphic quality, the way they echo the “real thing,” their ability to simplify an object t
It’s wonderful, really, how if you let the work guide you, it just keeps going and going. Virginia Cobb, whom I wrote about in the entry before this one, is a master of process. She simply starts a painting, with basic shapes and few colors. After randomly painting marks on the paper, and establishing several shapes, (done, she says, with as little thinking as possible–this is an intuitive phase), she then steps back and analyzes what she has done. She looks for a next step.