On Sacred Geometry

Reaching back to past inspirations to try and ignite a now through an expired premise.

[[Is the geometry of nature sacred or is that idea only an imposition like landscape architecture?]]

On the question of aesthetics: an image insinuating the inspiration of an idea can break bones though consist of no wisp of substance, yes?

on sacred geometry

I

Sacred geometry

seems to me

to simply be

the Romantic’s dream…

of the 21^st Century.

II

Hudson River scholars, huddled in wax and wine-dripped Brooklyn tenements, envision an expanse, too raw and treacherous to ever enjoin, far beyond the incubation of down-quilt bedded (extended) senses of self. 

III

The blooms of aesthetics change in seasons, but the soil of their roots never leave them