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Horizons

There is a yearning in our fascination with horizons.

Places exist within a cultural landscape. An individual in a landscape becomes part of a palimpsest of ways of seeing and feeling. Part of the experience is cultural - who came before, who shaped the land, who wrote about it? Another part is what the individual brings as a viewer - memories, expectations, a particular way of seeing.

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Place is never fixed . Experience of place is momentary and changeable. Constantly amended.

The unknowability of horizons reflects this elusive nature of place. We can never grasp the horizon physically. It shifts as we move. In front of it, around it, are the elements we know: trees, paths, lakes, structures. In the conflation of these fixed points and the flux of the retreating horizons lies the lure of landscape. Knowable, mysterious, familiar, elusive.

 
 
 

“There is no mysterious essence we can call ‘place’. Place is change. It is motion killed by the mind, and preserved in the amber of memory.” J.A. Baker, The Hill of Summer (1969)