23. Contrails

Contrails, watercolor on canvas, 2010

Is it such a romantic notion that the ice trails from passing airplanes are artistic?  Enormous steel engines spew colored ice across the sky without a single artistic choice.  The pilots train–the autopilots hold–straight and level, with nary a dip, a flourish, an accent.  What if we saw them, instead, as plumes of smoke and fire, drawn as brilliantly as puffs of color.  Is speeding through atmosphere joylessly still be called “flying”?  Is nuking loveless & soulless food really “cooking”?

~ by Delfino on 2010/05/31.

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