My eyes go first to the luminous form in the lower left. It stands out against the dark background and pulls me in, a small burst of light that captures my attention before my gaze begins to wander through the soft, misty textures surrounding it. The scale feels both vast and tiny, like peering into a galaxy or a drop of water. In the end, I feel quiet awe and mystery, as if I am witnessing something both cosmic and intimate taking shape in silence. Nella Lush
My eyes always follow the inverted 6 as trained by my journalism classes. In this case it works beautifully, as it eventually lands on the milkweed and the dark areas near it. I agree with Nella about seeing both the cosmic and intimate, which is really gratifying and keeps you looking. BTW, I think the video is gorgeous.
My eyes go first to the upper-right hand corner where I see a whorl of light. I imagine it to be an oncoming snowstorm that will throw snow and ice against the glass. It makes me (the human being) feel glad that I am behind the window and at least somewhat protected. But the drama of a storm is what draws me as a storyteller.
My eyes go first to the luminous form in the lower left. It stands out against the dark background and pulls me in, a small burst of light that captures my attention before my gaze begins to wander through the soft, misty textures surrounding it. The scale feels both vast and tiny, like peering into a galaxy or a drop of water. In the end, I feel quiet awe and mystery, as if I am witnessing something both cosmic and intimate taking shape in silence. Nella Lush
Nella, what a beautiful and insightful comment–spoken like a true artist. Many thanks for these kind words!
My eyes always follow the inverted 6 as trained by my journalism classes. In this case it works beautifully, as it eventually lands on the milkweed and the dark areas near it. I agree with Nella about seeing both the cosmic and intimate, which is really gratifying and keeps you looking. BTW, I think the video is gorgeous.
CJ, thanks for the thoughtful comment–most appreciated. I'm, so glad it appeals!
My eyes go first to the upper-right hand corner where I see a whorl of light. I imagine it to be an oncoming snowstorm that will throw snow and ice against the glass. It makes me (the human being) feel glad that I am behind the window and at least somewhat protected. But the drama of a storm is what draws me as a storyteller.
Jacquelyn, I love your description, told like a true storyteller! Thanks so much!
Fascinating to see the behind-the-scenes creativity, Steve. Clever to have it up high - love this entire piece.
Rachel, glad it appeals. Truth be told, it was high up by accident. But I'm leaving it there!
Happy accident.