And I’m far far away with my head up in the clouds
And I’m far far away with my feet down in the crowds
Slade, Far Far Away, 1974
Lately I noticed that more of my work drifts towards the romantic side of interpretations of nature. I wonder, is this a reason to worry? Romanticism is one of the most abused concepts in the history of ideas – and the ambiguity of the word “romantic” in the first sentence already hints at how much a term can be cursed by its transformative uses (beautiful and romantic share that fate).
What worries me even more is: am I getting trendy?(more…)