This picture was taken on a sunny afternoon. It captures the shadow of a model ship on a window ledge. I also see in it a woman’s face. I go through periods when I see faces everywhere. Trees are a great at making faces and so is old peeling paint. I ask myself Why faces?

image of a model ship in shadow artistic

The Show must go on

I spent the better part of my twenties in an independent theatre company. As a group we were very in tune with one another. I felt myself part of a tribe. I seem to seek out this sense of belonging although I know it cannot be conjured. The chemistry which makes a group work is as mysterious as faces which appear from nowhere.

The eyes have it

The theatre is not the only place I have felt this sense of belonging. It has also been present in many of my construction experiences. And it is always there before I am actually aware of it. The crew, whether it be four, six or two will start to groove like musicians simultaneously bringing order, improvisation and adaptation smoothly into the physical world. The collective wave can sometimes be ridden for hours before the moment when a look into one or more of your companion’s eyes reveals the thrill of constructive harmony being reflected back at you.

Why Faces?

Perhaps spotting faces in everyday things is a similar glance in a much larger dance of connectedness.

image of a face in the knots of tree