Sheen

Beauty, Latency, and the Post-Industrial Landscape

Preface

Just as a silhouette, the shadow of our memory stands in sharp contrast to its background. As the sun passes over, so too does the shadow’s distinction. And now, in the late afternoon, we are shown our experience, no longer a shadow. We depart day wondering about the circumstances which calendar such events. And so, too, we speculate on its connection to ancient ritual – to night. Raised out on the open flat of north-eastern Iowa, I was privy to a wonderful single point perspective from which to cultivate my intense curiosity of self with respect to the earth’s surface. And now, with calm economy, I await the ghost hour. In this still moment, I am present. Descending from flesh and bone, a mark (nota/maculã) appears.