Moss
I think a lot about time. I try to remember to look closely and slowly, for the moment is fleeting.
Elizabeth Gilbert’s novel, The Signature of All Things, helped me define this series.
As Gilbert’s protagonist muses…
“As Alma studied Moss Time, she tried not to worry about her own mortal life. She herself was trapped within the limits of Human Time, but there was nothing to be done for it. She would simply have to make the best of the short, mayfly-like existence she had been granted.”
Moss looks like a solid from a certain perspective, but it is composed of the tiniest parts woven together to form the whole of a space. Each part is singular. It changes in light and seasons. Moss is often overlooked, found in unlikely cracks of the sidewalk or crevices of rocks. Light and space changes perspective.
Our world looks quickly at almost everything. This work builds upon slow looking-- the small and overlooked.
