camouflage Snowy owl in the small wood gazes out, veiled by the white of the birch, in turn veiled by the white of the tundra, the white of the ocean, frozen in the white of a long winter. And within the white lies a whole spectrum: the white of the bear, white of the fox, the hare, caribou and stoat, white of the ptarmigan. As they too sit veiled, alive in thoughts of birch, tundra and the white of the ocean through the white of the long winter. As soft and keen are the pitched, camera obscura eyes, pinpoints we only imagine, their gaze at all that they have, all that we know that is, that which possesses what will never be unveiled— the only only dark. *note on the art: Look closely. Slightly below and left of centre, you can see four small cardboard circles, two larger, two smaller, mounted on the canvas. The artist called these 'cosmic points'.
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I really like this.
Seeing in the blizzard. Looking inward.