In Vermont, where I spend summers, I swim in the depths, and on the surfaces of water. The reflections and colors, — the movement, comes from the inside-out, from the bottom-up; but always, in Goethe’s words, swimming on the surface, “Das blaues himmel freundlich bild.” (The intimate picture of the blue heavens). I am learning to be water; a soul wanderer.
I am not alone on these journeys. I have teachers: Carol Anthony, for the sacredness of ordinary things; Mark Rothko, for the space of evocative edges; William Mallard Joseph Turner, for subtlety in color and light.