Scanning through my photos I suddenly have to think about Antoni Tapies. The canvas enduring gestures and left with traces of actions. The stones near where I live have endured and are shaped by time. Like the biggest artist of all, Time shapes and creates with violent forces.
Ruthless creating and destroying. Ever changing.
The time scratches it´s mark in the rock. Soft surfaces and ridged ridges. Some marks look as if plants or animals have had a play in the creative work.
The rocks are an inspiration to me. They show their secrets in the open, without telling what they are. An open enigma. Some people with knowledge will probably recognize the traces. I don’t.
To be the beauty changing by the light of the sun, the direction of the shadows, is giving me a moment of zen. The slowness of the stones. The patient waiting.
It’s part of a big story. The story of Earth. Rock molded by fire and smoothed by water. It is if the stones give me a glimpse back in to the past. Putting my own existence in perspective.
The stones, like the stars give me that moment of aw! I love those moments. I want to touch the stones. To feel the connection with Time, the most impressive artist of all.
