We were walking in Cusco, my mom and I. We came to an area of sidewalk where a reflected glow overpowered the cobblestones. It created a magical ethereal texture that we could be a part of – right there in Cusco at 9:00 am. The sun had just risen emerged above the tops of the buildings across the street. The buildings’ dark silhouettes faded as the sun’s gold overpowered the street. Maybe this moment made a portal into a different dimension – maybe color does this. This was a surreal space embedded in a physical space – or layered on top of it – or running in parallel. It is a brief moment of power, as color and texture overpower the space or substance of the person. The logical identities of things surrender to their chroma. The ethereal and intuitive overpower the physical and rational. The world is not solid – it keeps changing.
