i look at klee's pedagogical sketchbook every once in a while when i am wandering through the studio trying to get my mind on something stimulating. i have never read the last page after the credits, it seems. there is a quote by novalis that pertains to seeing the mysterious in the ordinary. usually, i would just put it back down, or re-read the passages on how you pass through grey on the way to green from red. it caught me up and i began thinking about a bench i pass by every night on my runs.
the bench is inside the park by the beach on collins and 80th. the gates leading to it are locked, and it is lit from above and single it out in the darkened environment. a blue light turns the green grass at its base bright and acidic in juxtaposition to the night. that bench has created many narratives for me. it has served as a metaphor and a scene. the colors are just the avenue to the ordinary being breached by an unexplainable poetry of solitude.
i am glad i stumbled upon it and hope i can stay in this "space" for a while longer.
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