Broke my rules this week. I filmed twice -- first in the afternoon, when the early winter sun dropped down. I caught it as a nearly-horizontal light projector, casting trees on my closet door and creating its own private screening room. I got in the picture.
Then I filmed early the next morning, as the sun was coming back around from the other side. This time the screens were on the porch framing the trees behind. I'm playing the part of Shiva dancing the Nataraja, bringing the day on; watch the sun gradually light up a tree-stem behind me.
During the night in between, the full Hermit Moon woke me, which I didn't film. But her constant movement, and the instigations/cessations of the sun, are crucial enough that they are turning me loose from civilized thinking and civilized goals.
From Gary Snyder, "Unnatural Writing:"
"Is art an imposition of order on chaotic nature, or is art (also read 'language') a matter of discovering the grain of things, of uncovering the measured chaos that structures the natural world?"
