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A way is a portal with legs.
Entryway. Alleyway.
Archway. Pathway. Doorway. Waterway. Gateway. Stairway. Subway.
Highway.
Street. Trail. Seam.
We like to
experience
a way as a means to get from place to place. Even when we sit in the
cafe or on a park bench and people-watch the path in front of us is a
conveyor belt. It's our servant, it provides us with entertainment.
Until, that is, someone stops and looks back at us.
Then it becomes
theater, a place where important things are revealed or hidden.
It's no longer just a way station, a place between events, an escape
from events.
In a visual
representation a way is not separate from the whole scene. There is no
doubt that it is not merely a transit point. Its connections to the
events happening around it or on it or perhaps because of it are
obvious.
We pass through a
portal, past and future are suspended and then, perhaps, past is left
behind (perhaps future as well!). A way has a before and after -- a
past
and future -- as well as a present. We are on it and we are coming from
somewhere and we are going somewhere: all time is held in the
photograph of a way.
Then, while we're
observing the scene and being in the scene, time is splintered and
we're
left with presence.
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