Images of Eos
I felt a sense of pain when I beheld
The silent trees, and saw the intruding sky.
Wordsworth, ‘Nutting’
He could have come here and just watched the sky’s reflection, and left the drama behind.
Eos is a different enterprise / exercise every day. As Germano Celant suggests, quoting John Cage: ‘Art comes from a kind of experimental condition in which one experiments with living.’ But Cage was a formalist, primarily interested in procedures. He wrote, ‘The function of art is not to communicate one’s personal ideas or feelings, but rather to imitate nature in her manner of operations.’ I am no formalist. 
Eos opens you up to the fundamental elements, a sublime that encourages attention / mindfulness and tends to makes the ego porous. (Keats accused Wordsworth of regressing into ‘the egotistical sublime’, letter to Richard Woodhouse, Oct 1818).
‘Like an organism of simple structure, the artist mixes himself with the environment, camouflages himself, he enlarges his threshold of things . . .’ Germano Celant, intro to Arte Povera (1969).
Unlike machinery and technology, Eos remains radically new. (For each generation, ‘the radically new disappears into ordinary experience. David Nye, American Technological Sublime).
