This view of my garden needed some language, as did the quote below need an image (copied months ago in my sketchbook)–a quote which argues for a pre-language state of active contemplation. There are days, these past months (years), when working in the garden has been my sanity.
(“Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perception, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does not respond to the name of everything but which must know each object encountered in life through an adventure of perception. How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of ‘green’? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye? How aware of variations in heat waves can that eye be? Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of color. Imagine a world before “in the beginning was the word”.” Stan Brakhage; fr. Metaphors on Vision)
