“She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
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Sculpture by Jason Mehl,
The Cedars, Dallas, Texas
“Are we fallen angels who didn’t want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
Continental Bridge Park
Dallas, Texas
“There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve.”
― William S. Burroughs
Tuba Christmas, Dallas, Texas
“You’re chicken, she told herself, snapping her seat belt. This is America, you live in it, you let it happen. Let it unfurl.”
― Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
“Smog hung all round the horizon, the sun on the bright beige countryside was painful; she and the Chevy seemed parked at the centre of an odd, religious instant. As if, on some other frequency, or out of the eye of some whirlwind rotating too slow for her heated skin even to feel the centrifugal coolness of, words were being spoken.”
― Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
Chapel, Thanksgiving Square, Dallas, Texas
The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music.
—-Peter De Vries
Tuba Christmas
Thanksgiving Square
Dallas, Texas
“There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery. ”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
Shade Structures, Continental Bridge Park,
Dallas, Texas
“I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Continental Bridge Park
Dallas, Texas
“The Line makes itself felt,– thro’ some Energy unknown, ever are we haunted by that Edge so precise, so near. In the Dark, one never knows. Of course I am seeking the Warrior Path, imagining myself as heroick Scout. We all feel it Looming, even when we’re awake, out there ahead someplace, the way you come to feel a River or Creek ahead, before anything else,– sound, sky, vegetation,– may have announced it. Perhaps ’tis the very deep sub-audible Hum of its Traffic that we feel with an equally undiscover’d part of the Sensorium,– does it lie but over the next Ridge? the one after that?”
― Thomas Pynchon, Mason & Dixon
Cedars Open Studios
1805 Clarence Street
Dallas, Texas
There is a geometry to art.
If you’re in the middle of the ocean with no flippers and no life preserver and you hear a helicopter, this is music. You have to adjust to your needs at the moment.
—- Tom Waits
Rotor on a Bell UH-1 Huey on temporary display, University of Texas at Dallas,
Richardson, Texas
Helicopter courtesy of Cavanaugh Flight Museum
Bill Chance 