Besides my fascination with the texture and form of tree trunks and branches and gnarled pieces of driftwood and other complexities found in wood in general, I hold an equal curiosity about reflections. I like how mirrors are often in unexpected places. Finding them always surprises me, though. Usually I spot them around still water. Sometimes a building itself becomes a mirror for another. When I view the original and contained within is another, the original becomes more than it once was. Its existence is embellished in a merging. Beyond the natural world, the mother as mirror to the baby is a necessity in attachment, there is a merging of the I/thou in the beauty of the relationship. In nonverbal communication, even amongst strangers, a smile often begets a smile, a yawn induces a yawn as people connect. What about the collective sigh or the outburst of a crowd at a sports event? Spontaneous connection. So much unanticipated merging that makes me wonder, what is the meaning?
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