A simple tune for June. Then again, June is like that.
I Fish Therefore I...
...hear nothing and everything at the same concise moment,
...distance my consciousness from all memory,
...extend hope to all of its infinite probabilities.
...fold down worry and concern like tattered old comforters and stash them away for seasons of another age.
...spent a lifetime honing just one miracle cast, and, accomplishing that...
...focus talon-sharp on the four square inches that surround my fly as it glides in perfect union with a glassy current.
...Am, I say, and...
...dismiss myself from the passing of time. - WES:::
"Each work begins and ends of its own will. Each, therefore, is wild..."
Whether it is writing, painting, photography or film, I wish my works to remain in the realm of the amateur. There is a reason for my self-demotion. It's simply because I have so little control of the end result.
Each piece begins of its own motivation. Each ends of its own will. Each, therefore, is wild and so very much like a watercolor - when paint is applied with washes of water, the result can never be completely controlled. Done well the result is sublime.
Professionals can rarely be successful with that kind of uncertainty. I rely almost completely on it. - WES:::