Making choices. I'm getting better at this part of life.
I was in San Francisco last week on a rush trip – just enough time to drive up the coast, see some family, and catch a little art.
It was hard deciding what art to see. I wanted to go everywhere, of course, and had that feeling that I was going to miss out.
But then I remembered: the art of deciding is deciding.
So I chose the Hiroshi Sugimoto exhibit at the de Young Museum followed by lunch on the patio in back. The weather was perfection and the show was good. My mother lingered over her coffee while I wandered around the sculpture garden.
And then I found the James Turrell Skyscape. It is buried under a grassy mound at the far end of the plaza. I almost missed it but didn't.
I ducked into the chamber for a meditative moment. Looking up at the hole in the roof, I watched the clouds moving through the sky. I was entranced. Never had the sky looked so beautiful. I hurried out and got my mother. By the time she sat down the clouds were gone and in their place was a patch of pure, intense blue.
“How big is the sky?” asked a boy who was also admiring the blue through the skyhole. It’s a good question - especially when you can only get an oval-shaped peek at its immensity. I looked up and thought: Does he mean wide or deep? Suffice to say I had no answer for him but I liked thinking about it.
The thing about the Skyscape is that it presents a contradiction: the restriction imposed by the skyhole actually allowed me to see more.
I guess, in a similar way, I am learning that choosing is not an act of limitation but rather an opening into greater freedom.
And now I sit back at artslant HQ considering the dazzle of the September openings! I browse through them, want to see everything, but make my choices using the Refine search options. It’s like my own Skyhole – where I can study the brightness one patch at a time.
Here's to good viewing...