Thursday, February 28, 2008

Unintentional Artist

One clear night, a few weeks ago, as I sat on the back porch of my apartment looking at the night sky I noticed three stars shining brighter than the others around them. These three stars formed a sort of northern version of the Southern Cross but with a missing arm. A minute or so later I noticed a jet flying toward this part of the sky and for a few seconds it lined up perfectly as the missing arm. There was a pilot-artist up there that night, flying and posing, without knowing that his art or his viewer existed.