To watch with your mind's eye, the world floating quiet

Solo exhibition, open workshop

Blue Oyster Gallery, 2017

An incomplete list of round contemplations:

1. Becoming aware of the sky as a vast, upturned dome, filled with shifting cloud and breeze. Continuous blue, glittering dark space-bowl.

2. Holding the dimpled body of an orange in your palm. Cupping an egg. Grasping the curves of a kumara. Carrying a melon.

3. Gazing at a lone thing. A solitary bird, or tree. Noticing how, in isolation, the thing becomes round; its vital force turned inward, concentrated and contained.

4. Inhabiting a moment completely. Losing oneself in a view of open water, the warm press and shift of sand, a fresh lick of clean air. Causing a droplet of time to fill and swell; a round fruit, close to bursting.

5. Thinking of the earth turning slowly in space. A round rock, its surface covered with scrolling wet ripples, and the flux and bubble of growing things, rivers, slow- rising mountains. To watch, with your mind’s eye, the world floating quiet.

6. Finding roundness in the land. In the plush-bristled curves of dry hills, in lumpen boulders, bulging cliff faces. In ponds and the soft russet-green balls of trees, viewed from high above.

7. Catching sight of a full moon while walking home, or sitting on your doorstep. Eating it with your eyes; low, fat and ripe, glowing peach above the tree line.

8. Making a round thing. A biscuit dough-ball, a clay bead, a rissole. Rolling soft matter, moist between palms.

9. Eating from a bowl. Glazed curves warm in your hands; its round void and inner surface more apparent with each bite, emptying as you fill.

10. Finishing a round day. When an arc of the sun is filled and thorough; swollen with a rich mixture of experiential matter. When a day, like a breath, is full, deep and complete.