I’ve lived in the desert — now many springs surrounded by beauty that comes and goes utterly without regret each season I capture moments of immortal medicine still provides a sharp and solid mine.
Palo Verde Blossoms and White-winged Dove Atop a Saguaro — Image by kenne
There are many signs of May being here; however, two really stand out: (1) Yellow Palo Verde Blossoms are everywhere; (2) have arrived and a ready to be a pollinator for the Saguaro cacti. When saguaros flower, white-winged doves move from flower to flower, sipping nectar and pollinating the plant. Once the flowers become fruit, the doves have a new food source.
Our First Spring Cactus Blossom (March 31, 2023) — Image by kenne
“I’m an observer of life. I like to watch people, and I like to watch cactus. I like to talk to mountains and communicate with my friends in the other spheres and dimensions.”
“Alone in the silence, I understand for a moment the dread which many feel in the presence of primeval desert, the unconscious fear which compels them to tame, alter or destroy what they cannot understand, to reduce the wild and prehuman to human dimensions. Anything rather than confront directly the anti-human, that other world which frightens not through danger or hostility but in something far worse – its implacable indifference.”
I feel that a real living form is the natural result of the individual’s effort to create the living thing out of the adventure of his spirit into the unknown — where it has experienced something — felt something — it has not understood — and from that experience comes the desire to make the unknown — known —
Making the unknown — known — in terms of one’s medium is all absorbing — if you stop to think of form — as form you are lost — The artist’s form must be inevitable — You mustn’t think you won’t succeed —
I wait for the moment I’ll return to the trails as I did for twelve years beneath Tucson’s blue sky in some world of youth and springtime. Give me, Powers of the Universe, the springtime but spare me the child.