I saw a signpost early this morning, I followed it, and got lost on the information highway. It was a quote, and I’m sure it was Henry David Thoreau, about nature…art…analogous to life…was it on an email, or ad-on, or someone twittered it?
It inspired me to note these images in my journal: my YouTube photo clip of heavy clouds over Sainte Victoire; remarks on how the mysterious mountain is changeable and ever-changing; the power and intensity of light and shadow, and how we see it most clearly in watching what (we think) we know; a pastel drawing that I made as a reminder that, even when we can’t see the summit—the goal—we know it’s there, proceed anyway.
So, not finding that quote, but traveling on a chain of links over 128 websites, I return to my thoughts, fortified to continue. I enjoy these encounters with other minds, although I often wonder if the distractions are to my benefit. Have I expanded my knowledge or diluted it?
Thoreau enjoyed his solitude, and it enabled him to condense his thoughts into a timelessly tweetable phrases. For instance, I wasn’t looking for this one, but here’s my point exactly, “In the long run, men hit only what they aim at. Therefore, though they should fail immediately, they had better aim at something high.”
Nor was I expecting to find this from Susan Sontag, “The aim of all commentary on art now should be to make works of art—and by analogy, our own experience—more, rather than less, real to us. The function of criticism should be to show how it is what it is, even that it is what it is, rather than to show what it means.”
So, don’t spend too much time ruminating, start doing! We are but witness to our experience. Communication is the report.
“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.” Henry David Thoreau