The Marks of Man

The Inuit have hundreds of words for snow, that’s not so strange considering were they live. As I was running tonight, I realised my project is more about paths then marks. A path, paths is everything to us. We follow paths, we come to the end of the road, path. Its not the right path, take a turn for the worse. As I splashed though puddles and ran on gravel, I realised there so many words about paths, muddy, hard easy going, damp, wet, easy, slippy, firm, dry, rocky in places, hard to see, easy to loose, as clear as the day, hidden from view, spongy, fast and slow. There are so many words and uses for paths, even a terrorist organisation named after paths, “The shining path”. We are migratory I guess, far in the past and now, the path is all we live for. Even life is thought as a path. Enlightenment is a path, for a whole supermarket of Religions. So are we metaphysically, Physically, emotionally and scientifically on a path? Far in the past we started a path to survive and its our wh

Tekapo for me one of the most beautiful places I have every been too. You can almost pass it by on the way to somewhere else. The place the colours and the stillness.

I received an email today, thanks Ian, about a Claude Mirror, and did some research, finding out that:- Claude Lorrain was the pseudonym of the French painter Claude Gellée (1600-1682). He specialized in landscape drawings and paintings, and spent much of his life in Rome. The Claude Lorrain Mirror is a slightly convex mirror made of black glass that produces a reduced, upright and virtual image of the scene being observed by reflection in it. Much of the colour is washed out, thus allowing the artist to concentrate on the forms and perspective. Mirrors were used to give the viewer an Arcadian vista, a dream. Same thing with Alice who experiences a mirror. Michel de Nostredame was alleged to have had his visions looking into a pool of still mirror like water. Perhaps there is more to a mirror then meets the eye.