"I asked myself, How might these images reside within me as an aesthetic lore, as a magic from which I can gain a belief in being engaged with Art daily, while living a li(f)e?"
Having a hand in this infliction by smearing myself with the flagrant solar salve, I remain haunted by the experience recalled--with birds tweeting in my head.
I felt as though I was experiencing a part of art and architectural Americana--the renovation and remodeling of space into place, of dimension into perception. The Overseer had zoned my attitude, thus conceptualizing the aesthetic lore for which I sought secretly.
We ran our errands, completed the itinerary and were back at the cottage within a few hours. Eddie was anxious to get out of the car. He wanted his easel, drawing paper and tackle box full of his art supplies.