Microcosms
As a child, I spent many
of my happiest hours
poking around in creek
beds, imagining myself the
size of an ant, wandering
in fantastic landscapes in
which pebbles became
boulders and mosses
became prehistoric trees.
This quirk of mind has
followed me into adulthood,
and you may imagine the
delight with which some
years ago I stumbled upon
an exhibit of suiseki, the
Japanese art of stone
appreciation. Here was
an entire exhibition hall
filled with people happily
contemplating stones
resembling mountians or
islands, imagining them
selves transported into
these alternative realities.
Fragments of the little
landscapes in this
collection have been
drifting about on my work
\table for a long time
waiting to be recognized
and given coherent form.
I feel more like their
discoverer than their
author. |