Robert Gibbons: Spread across Time
Tree limbs hang on to a few leaves & bracts jotting down season’s greetings against the white sky. Brittle air ten days before Solstice cracks at every move. Sun untouched by anything here, but the grave tension of space. Light lighter quicker stronger, momentarily, as earth turns toward winter. Inside, after an extended silence, a voice. Tempting to compare inside to outside, the former near tropical filled with love & gratitude. But that’s not fair. Each to its own making, random fortune, natural & cultural, biological & celestial, as the case may be. That voice, now soothing reverberation spread across time & memory, become music.
Image - Felix Nussbaum: Tree behind the Wall, 1934 - oil on plywood (Felix-Nussbaum-Haus, Osnabrück)