hilitehead

Oh what relief I feel today, school is pretty much over, just installed my show, packed all my junk, and I sit here sort of restless. I’ve been pretty absent minded these past couple of days, trying to gather my mind to finish an essay for class while avoiding the lure of the beautiful weather outside. Its funny how the weather affects your’re state of being, recently I’ve been having these strange, or as Hitchcock would say, “uncanny” flashbacks in correlation to nature every time I go outside. Like the other day, it was cloudy and gray when a thin layer of rain clouds flashed through a bristle of trees, and the midday sun with a gleaming silvery sheen, revealed its way through curtains of haze. It reminded me of this eerie yet mysteriously entrancing imagery like a scene from a film I don’t remember when the fog slowly arises into the dark silhouette of a house, a house that lie on the edge of a cliff. Maybe I’ve been watching too much film noir lately, but these are the ‘fringe’ benefits of having a visual mind right.. oh the smell of rain, especially when you have just woke up and upon your first whiff your mind instantaneously figures the gritty texture of soil, pink earthworms, and mountains, o glorious mountains and the parade of evergreen trees. The more I live in Boston I feel restrained, I really miss camping and the panoramic views of mountains. I don’t think I can ever be away from mountains too long, there is just something about my nomadic blood that pulls me back to high elevations, arid land, vast plains, and campfires.