Kiting
Playing in the breath of the Gods

Early morning ........ In the still hazy sky there is movement, almost ghostlike .... As I come closer, the objects which seem to have a life of their own, Transform into kites, swaying in the cool breeze. Form and colour, shaped by man's hand into a vibrant being, Which draws the eyes to the sky and sets the mind at ease With the tranquility of the scene. It is the search for a form which can be lifted by the currents of the wind, Just as the currents of thought can be lifted to a higher plane By the play of the kite. Elements of surprise in a surprising element.

Robert Valkenburgh   22-2-1998

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