I might have trouble at OM. I think I have a split personality, or some such disorder. I'm disconnected, of two-minds. Aesthetically, I want space and little definition. Playing wise, I'm a mid-handicapper who can hit a narrow target with some (surprising) regularity, but who tends to miss the entire planet when it's offered me. Choice - the freedom to choose...a rarely mentioned bit of arsenal in the diabolical architect's tool kit. But maybe it's just me.
No, as I think about it, maybe choice isn't the right word. Maybe it's an inverse kind of visual intimidation where, instead of having rough and hazards flling the mind's eye, you have nothing at all - wind and sea and space being one great big OTHER that fills everything with...nothing!! It's a show, in other words, about nothing....
Peter