surfacing

"A line is a thing that has a practical or purposeful significance just as much as a chair, a fountain, a knife, a book, etc. And in this last example, this thing is employed as a purely pictorial means without those other aspects which it may otherwise possess i.e. for the sake of its pure, iinner sound. If, therefore, a line is freed from the purpose of indicating an object, and itself functions as a thing, its inner sound is not weakened by being forced to play an incidental role, and assunes its full inner power." - Kandinsky

a presence invoked by means of an absence

bright horizon

St.Clair jetty

floating

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

¬-A E Houseman

dark

"I like using black'...'it's like being in the dark.It is there that I come into contact with emotion, and it is in the dark that I feel my way."
- Roger Kemp 1986

southerly

southeasterly

“Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.”
― Haruki Murakami 'Kafka on the Shore'

clusters

"...in this transaction between the subject of sensation and the sensible it cannot be held that one acts while the other suffers the action, or that one confers significance on the other. Apart from the probing of my eye or my hand, and before my body synchronizes with it, the sensible is nothing but a vague beckoning."
- Merleau-Ponty

fragile

'Tian ya hai jiao'- the end of the sky and the corner of the sea

hidge

more

So much takes place in the head, so little is known and fixed.
Jonathan Raban "Soft City"

surface of the sea

room with a view

Carey

The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
But it's really not my home
My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne

Oh Carey get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine

Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for these friends of mine
Let's have another round for the bright red devil
Who keeps me in this tourist town

Come on, Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you

Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam
Or maybe I'll go to Rome
And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room
But let's not talk about fare-thee-welIs now
The night is a starry dome.
And they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the Matalla Moon

Come on, Carey, get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
You're a mean old Daddy, but I like you

The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here
But, it's really not my home
Maybe it's been too long a time
Since I was scramblin' down in the street
Now they got me used to that clean white linen
And that fancy French cologne

Oh Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on my finest silver
We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe
Have fun tonight
I said, Oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight

lyrics by Joni Mitchell