We all have an edge. We all are floating our psyche on top with a great ocean underneath.
― Brad Dourif
I often get uneasy at the edge. The unknown looms ahead. But very often when I muster my courage, take a deep breath and leap over the edge into uncharted territory, I’m surprised and often delighted at what I find there–other creative people, new challenges, opportunities to learn and grow, bursts of insight, and laughter too.
Leading off my “edge” collection this week is the great creative artist, Salvador Dali, who startled me one night in Chicago. He was staring down at me from the 2nd floor window of the Instituto Cervantes on Ohio Street.
Dali At the Edge
One of my favorite places to eat lunch in Boston is at the Museum of Fine Arts. Here, a waitress is hurrying past the stunning Dale Chihuly sculpture to deliver lunch orders. I loved all the edges in this shot–the tips of the “plant,” the rim of the sculpture, and the slashes of light reflected on the walls.
At the Edge of the Chihuly
Here you can see my lunch that day–framed by the rim of the plate, the dots of dressing, and the rounded edge of the quiche.
At the Edge of the Plate
For my next shot, I’d like to share a mosaic by Marc Chagall, one of many pieces of street art in Chicago. If you look closely, this multi-colored mosaic is a comprised of many edges, which are in fact small pieces of colored glass, called tessera(e).
All Edges: Mosaic by Marc Chagall
From: The Owl and the Pussy-CatThey dined on mince, and slices of quince,Which they ate with a runcible spoon;And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,They danced by the light of the moon,The moon,The moon,They danced by the light of the moon.