Hoop, 2015, Archival Digital Print

Still cold, still snow and colors that are so subtle they are almost without perceptive hue. When this happens, small chromatic shifts become exciting, like the grey-blue of the backboard of the basketball hoop.

Last night I listened to a program on Bach on the local NPR station from Virginia Tech. A mathematician from MIT spoke of Bach in a way that we intuitively know but I’ve never heard expressed so well. Bach, he said, saw himself not as an artist but as a scientist who found God’s order. Fame held no interest to him, nor that his written music would be preserved. God knew what he had found and that was all that was important. How different this is from current attitudes.

We are the conduits through which whatever that thing is can flow. Bach had it right.