Changes come from all directions

I love my brother's painting, for its scope and its subtlety, for how the senses just give way to its intensity, and how it's haunted by ideas and always in conversation with the larger culture. I love the sureness of his work. I just looked at an image of one of his paintings, Changes come from all directions (if you want to look, too, you have to pick it out of the group on the left after you hit this link), and then clicked on the details. Wow. There is so much happening in his work that I miss, that reveals itself to me with attention over time. That is such a gift of art, I think, that it keeps opening and opening and opening and trains my attention, lets me see more. Everywhere. I so love that.

Light

In short, the light alone creates a unity not only in the recedings of distance, where differences become invisible, but also in the contacts of closer sight.

Wallace Stevens, The Necessary Angel: essays on reality and the imagination