Nine times out of ten its not the eye that gets me there but the intuition. It puts a marker in place then by and by I make my way back. I return to that place with its special traces of life and even death. I let my being travel over and through, seeking to re-contact that unique note, that special thing. Sometimes it fails, or does not quite succeed, but often times its right on. Then I can say yes, this is it, this is the real thing. Right here. Clarity out of natural abstraction.
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