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OCTOBER 13 TO NOVEMBER10
Between 10/13 and 11/10 we lost 39 minutes of light at dawn and 43 minutes of light at dusk. |
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10/13/00 I pour a diluted mixture of red fountain pen ink and sepia drawing ink onto the rectangle and draw through it with a water soluble pencil. With the pencil I feel my way through the puddle of dark ink, and the amount of pressure I put on the pencil corresponds to how much dark and light I'm seeing. I empty the pool, so to speak , by blotting up the ink with a paper towel until I get the light right. I spend a very short time making the drawing because the paper quickly absorbs the ink. Dawn and dusk are moments in a string of events leading us into and out of darkness. |
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10/14/00 |
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10/18/00 The air, moisture, and light are like March. The light is softly modulated and even-handed. I am agitated that this project is ending. Where do I go from here? I can't stop thinking about edges, magnetic force, gesture, friction, rotation. |
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10-20-00 |
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Dawn is wet, rainy, slow, and impeded by moisture. Dusk arrives as a matter of fact and is quick to leave. Venus was in the sky at dusk, and she slips behind the hills as the earth turns away. |
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10/23/00 Waking to a sky full of stars I see my first nebula through the binoculars, and I watch the stars fade in the dawn light. Each morning the sun reveals the forms on earth and overrides the light from the universe. This day was warm, bright, and clear, and one to cherish before the winter gray. |
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10/24 When dark spreads out and light descends, golden orange tufts open in the formless border in the distance. Pink clouds slowly lean north across blue sky washed with purple-gray haze. The pink draws to the orange in an uneven reflection until the wind disturbs and dilutes the sky. The glowing trees resume their stately punctuation in the green, and my day begins. |
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10-25-00 |
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10/29/00 Daylight savings time is over, and my body and psyche welcome the change. For more than a week I have felt out of sync with the artificial manipulation of time. I've never felt physically out of tune with the light until now. Half of the leaves are still on their branches while the other half of their leaves has fallen to the ground. I walk through spaces with dry, paper thin yellow particles above me and below me. We are in the middle of autumn. |
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