Discovering the Lore: Architectural Theorist

I knew a famous architectural theorist: He wanted to collaborate about the city not yet seen. He wanted to undress the city. He wanted to reveal himself to the city: He wanted secrets: He wanted to be seen and unseen. He didn’t want the The Naked City– – He wanted an investigation. He wanted the simple nakedness that cannot be defined: In a word, he wanted the unfathomable; He wanted my camera to illuminate the pieces of the city that are us. I merely wanted to be a bystander. I wanted to be Watson to his Holmes: The city’s living vibrant architecture awaited.

The true premise- -was “an invitation”> to address the millions- -the real and imagined databases the city’s human collective had to offer: The idea sent me scampering like 10 Br’er Rabbits (mobilizing as one) across not one street nor streets but through dozens of cities: My eyes minted fresh: I moved masterfully through southern’ rainforests like a single Giant Blue Morpho butterfly experiencing a pheromone feverish pitch: I matched the moments of exuberance with mine. Mine eyes colored with mixed and matched reflections of the cities I know- -the cities I knew: Centuries were splayed in sight- -the readied architecture to be ensued. All boundaries were blurred: I imagined mending the gap:  My gaze became a stacked focus into ultra clarity: My mind sped in speeds not yet experienced: My feet lagged closely behind: I was living in layers of unforeseen dimensions – -aglow would be a Kurosawa life_ _drenched in multiple color densities- -histories’ stories and Japan at my feet with story(s) to tell:  I am merely traveling fast.

The lore, the lore of cities, mankind’s lore- -A tapestry of global savannahs presented as protectorates against the oncoming erector sets- – Our city’s cities rising as A.C. Gilbert intended: The toy boxes live (in real time) with us as we breathe.

I stand near the immediacy of a collision: Taller than tall we peer above and upwards at the city’s city: Together I am marking time and the camera’s geography: One day or ten centuries from now I gather the same will matter- -My device my visual conscience hears the heightened panic: I race, I freeze frame: What remains and what will always be is the steely romance that is my photography’s dreamscape; The cities await.

The lioness returns: Eyes espy the brilliance and the miasma …the wildebeest with drool to spare awaits the finale and what may follow. Eyes widen beyond known palates of continents and city’s spectral splayed before our billions.

The project was never consummated: What materialized: What reigns in my mind: The  energy the idea became: Almost thirty years ago a passionate meaningless conversation became affixed to my vision as time passed: I allowed the eyes to follow with reckless velocity- -a race that continues:

 I barely concentrate on one city, while hundreds more vie for the camera’s eyes.

I am a gatherer: The manifestation of cause and effect. I dig. Captures large and small abound. The Fairy Feather thread of an idea woven into histories mine and others: A tapestry’s textiles made from devotion: It mirrors the city(s) building(s): Bricks,mortar and stones- -a plethora of man made  naturals: A new type of tapestry imagined.

I no longer exhale: Teared with wistful dreams- – afoot the nagging joy on roads taken carries: Like Tolkiens’ mind’s eyes, I imagined steps near. The relentless consciousness of my past and future, I dance- -and again: Whispering voices remain reminded: The reflective reflections measure my time- -the universes’ time.

Picasso sought to imitate Raphael it is said: I have no names nor faces behind or in front- -yet. I have a tool that plays into the plan from yesterday and utilized possibly tomorrow> My camera>Atop my blue whale I seek a bit more. The end is near: Then there.