“It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.” Joseph Conrad
The view from my studio is often dominated by the comings and goings of the famous San Francisco fog. As all San Franciscans know, the fog is as much a part of the landscape as any solid form, amazing us with its ability to obliterate the massive and weighty structures of the city.
I take great comfort in the quote above. Most metaphors describe fog negatively so I am drawn to this idea that it facilitates true accomplishment. I constantly feel like I am navigating a shifting, amorphous mix in search of some kind of clarity. Familiar facets reveal themselves only to be hidden again while others appear. Can we find safety in disorientation? Is clear headedness over rated? Is the "blessed, warm fog" exactly where we need to be?