"A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to discover through the detours of art those two or three great and simple images in whose presence the heart first opened."
– Albert Camus
... in whose presence the heart first opened. Yeah. I believe that. It resonates. And I have two thoughts about that (and only two, today):
1. For me, no artist embodied that more fully – more beautifully – than the late Russian filmmaker Andrei Tarkovsky.
2. I am still in search of my images. I can feel them, but I can't yet, even after all this time, articulate them. I think that's part of what keeps me writing. And it reminds me I still have work to do in terms of opening my heart.
