Something Beautiful is a 2013 self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
A part of my mind adheres to beauty and, sometimes, clings to it obsessively. Beauty in music, movement, images, a word. Something lodged deep in the limbic folds must believe the strangle hold, the relentless examination, the incessant wonderings will deliver clarity and a deep cellular understanding. It’s exhausting. Soothing. Annoying. Uncontrollable. A mental leech. An unscheduled visitor.
In time the hold loosens, but its memory is roused by a word, a glance — the slightest similarity to that which held me hostage once.
The last time I saw the strange rounded mountains was in the movie “Painted Veil.” Mysterious alien formations. Strange and unforgettable. When I began this project, I looked for them. They are not mountains but karst formations. Fog adds a layer of mysticism.
The unusual landscape belongs to Guilin, a city northeast of the Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region, People’s Republic of China. Guilin sits on the west bank of the Li River. Its name means “forest of Sweet Osmanthus“—a beautiful name. A future search and much more.