After some reflection over today’s image, it feels like it has roots in skyline images I took years ago hanging out the window of a car bombing down a road at sunset in Kaui. There was a flat green foreground with a clear line of sight to the horizon with the orange sun glowing through some stormy grey clouds.
I’ve always been activated by the motion of driving – from early memories of daydreams on long trips, to hours of commuting. My mind drifts mesmerized by the smeared trees and rolling fields.
No matter how I analyze and explain it – the visuals from movement are just something fundamental to my makeup – to my history – an early imprint on my personality – my dream.