Finding My Way
January 15, 2011 to November 15, 2017 Approaching Monument Valley from the north, seeing the iconic profiles of these ancient stone formations rising from the floor of the living desert, one's senses struggle to process the scale of the moment. The basic shapes rise above the curve of the earth, shrouded in gray waves of atmospheric distortion, ghostly impressions of the time past and eternity to come. As one draws nearer, the heated air loses some of its refractive quality. The reflected reds, oranges, yellows, browns, and greens press against the light-sensing cells in the back of the eye, and one feels drawn out of the present and into a timeless moment where the immensity of what nature has created quickens the pulse and draws the breath out in shallow, anticipatory pulses. By the time the narrow highway twists through the slalom of these sacred stones, so that the enormity of their bulk fills the eyes and mind, all sensation of other life vanishes into the stillness