Today, I went to an art exhibition and felt nothing. I’m sure the work was very good, but I didn’t understand it, nor did I meet the artist and so I couldn’t find the key. For me, there was no atmosphere, no music to awaken the senses, no-one to explain the passion behind the paintings. I felt sad that I hadn’t engaged in the artist’s meaning for the making of this work.
Later, driving up the Borders, I could see the River Tweed looking magical in the early afternoon light. It totally captured me and, for no other reason than it looked so beautiful, I wanted to share it with you. You had to be there to hear the sound of the river flowing, two ducks rising and water-wadding across to the far bank. Swans silently observing me from the shallows. A world on the river – interrupted.
Nature is art – observing, feeling, engaging…. breathtakingly beautiful.