Wednesday, October 09, 2013

Rhythm

Its creation is informed by its purpose, its shape decided by millennia of experience. The hands of artists working in various substances render a recognizable sculpture. Form following function.

It whisks away any doubt when you see it, representing that part of us we need and desire. As Canadians we know it without question, Nature emanates from it into the part of our soul that needs green.

...On to the liquid highway it goes, no sounds save a gurgle and a gentle splash. The highway has travelled the same forever but will change its route if an easier path presents itself. The trees reflect in the cool water, and on some days, when the wind is gone you need not look up as the reflection tells the whole story.

A rhythm begins dip pull return, dip pull return; it is a repetition that allows forward motion, slight variation allowing change. Nature looks chaotic, a cacophony of life and sound focused on random, rapid procreation, but nature is in a rhythm, nature is always adjusting slightly to allow variation.

On the highway you go first against the current forced to counter the highways constant drive toward lake then eventually sea. Then later the current takes you, you become involved in the drive for it's destiny.

The object and the event are a small portion of the day, the week, the year, but it is this event that supports all the others, giving connection and meaning.