And I want to start by writing about a new genre. Well, new at least to me, anyway.
It’s very simple. You get an object (a song, a symphony, a poem, a word, a picture, a 3-D structure, a dance, the movement and cadence of the beautiful orange hair of your mermaid friend, whatever, you name it) and cross your mind with it. It’s not criticism. It’s not essay.
If anything, is an interface, crossways that reveal someone’s soul encounter with an aspect of beauty. Anything that touches. Anything that shares and amplifies human experience. Anything that transcends lifeless pixels.
A little piece of the world that, like fractals, reveals at the same time the wholeness of it.
I’ll be posting.