Last December, I packed up everything I owned and put it into storage.
Then I packed what little I needed for the next six months into one small bag and one small pack and then I got on a plane and set out for something else.
Portland, Ore. to the American Midwest, en route to France.
With me, I brought some of the primary building blocks to make a new book: Translation essays. Translated poems. Goethe’s Zur Farbenlehre (Theory of Colors), in the original German. A German dictionary. A handful of color swatches.
A camera. A pen. A paintbrush.
Every thing I encountered while traveling, I defined through my own particular lens.
Colored with my affinities for a people, a landscape.
Almondine. Himmel. Shark fin. Angel food.
(omaha) / 793
Partly “actu,” partly “potentia”—it contains all other colors.