You asked me to write
Sol, closeness and not knowing enough
I cannot know your world.
You write the systems,
You set up the grids
You note 1, 2, 3, 4.
I see them.
Your order their order.
Units, strength, cubes, columns -tough stances,
but I see the fragile sensitivity
the you which is and should be there
Intution, idea, concept followed through
no arbitrary chices,
never arbitrary, never decoration.
The strength of vision and soul is there, it must.
We are left ultimately with a visual presence.
Why deny that -can't deny that.
It's what we
are left with. A visual presence.
Depth: that too we must be left with.
Sol, there is depth and vision, a presence art