Lionel Rombach Gallery
Tucson, Arizona (2015)
The San Andreas Fault
Carrizo Plain National Monument, California
What's known means nothing on this trying path of light and dust before finding the place to park a car, shut her down, gather what’s mine, and cover the last ¼ mile by foot. Here you can easily meandor along and inside the trench where chunks collide, like a long geo-dynamic palimpsest.
The air feels spotty while the ringing of my eardrums becomes perverse. The rawness grows and I can hear the blood moving in my body. It is holding on as long as you can until the pull is too much. So you let go to the extent that integrity will allow and resume enduring and imagining all the time what a total release might offer.
“Once caught by the golden lure you become a prospector for life, condemned, doomed, exalted… The search for what? They could not have said; neither can I… anything as pretext. And how could they hope to find this treasure which has no name and has never been seen? Hard to say—and yet, when they found it, they could not fail to recognize it.”
