Not long ago, I posted about this sculpture, which to me looked like a dancer with ocean waves and a bird soaring overhead. On a recent return to the park, I approached the sculpture from the opposite side, and fish leapt out at me. See for yourself!
I will let you in on a secret, known only to my closest circle of family and friends: I have visions. Not the kind where I am on a mountaintop seeing the future, but the kind that can see patterns, shapes, colors, and it looks like something I can recognize–a horse, a dog, a bird, a woman, a man, a baby, an elephant. Designs form in the shower tile…and the floor tile…in the face of a rock or the shape of a tree limb and curling bark.
From there, it is not a stretch that I will see something in modernism that might not seem real to others, but I am certain there are others out there who also see those things. I wonder if it is related to my learning to read early on, and devouring all kinds of books, seeing the pictures form in my mind when reading the words on the page. I was always imagining things, making up stories to entertain myself, or experimenting with making something from found objects.
I will probably keep on imagining things for a while yet…wonder what I will see today?