Axes from Château de Brécy stretch from the bottom of a terraced hill in Normandy, France.
My gratitude for the boundless destinations of my thoughts is underscored by the line between earth and sky. Closely clipped turf and pleached trees lead my eyes to the infinite horizon. I stand in a wide cone leading to a vanishing point, my mind works on clouds like shifting thoughts as they appear from behind a perpetual line and float upwards into the sky within a defined perspective.
The edges, where mortality is framed, are like bolts of dark fabric unraveling into the cosmic ethers at my sides. I’m grateful for the breadth of the pared mortal vegetation as I feel my thoughts endlessly manifest over the horizon line.