The Snow. 2015. Archival Digital Print
The feeders are filled, the wood is stacked, the kindling is dry. The temps are due to drop to near zero. We are ready.
The Audience Awaits the Event
Monthly Archives: March 2015
Mist and Fog
Zombie Afternoon, 2015, Archival Digital Print
It is Zombie weather. Layers of mist cover the valley and hover menacingly. It is so damp in the unheated room where a pipe burst and the heater died, and where much of my work is stored, that there is a cloud in there and all the windows are fogged. If I didn’t dislike Zombies so much, I detest their gnawing sounds, I would consider staging some zombie scenes today in this perfect atmospheric moisture. I know they are lurking in the woods and would probably work for cheap.
Mist
Thaw, Mist, Morning, March 4th, 2015, Archival Digital Print
The only thing missing in this photo is the rooster crowing in the farm in the distance. March is teasing us. Today it is warmish, the snow is soppy, the air is full of moisture and 7 inches of snow is predicted for tomorrow. This has been the most beautiful winter in recent memory simply because I’ve been able to reconnect with the Earth and her moods.
New Video on line, The Feed
Feeder with Red, 2015, Archival Digital Print
A new video is posted on the Media Page. The Feed is a metaphor for several conditions of contemporary life. Art and Artists are among the consumables. As agents of the future and keepers of the light, we are both powerful and at the same time vulnerable to destructive forces. At the trough of media we ingest whatever is put in front of us.
It is best viewed on a small screen.
March and Still Snowing
Hoop, 2015, Archival Digital Print
Still cold, still snow and colors that are so subtle they are almost without perceptive hue. When this happens, small chromatic shifts become exciting, like the grey-blue of the backboard of the basketball hoop.
Last night I listened to a program on Bach on the local NPR station from Virginia Tech. A mathematician from MIT spoke of Bach in a way that we intuitively know but I’ve never heard expressed so well. Bach, he said, saw himself not as an artist but as a scientist who found God’s order. Fame held no interest to him, nor that his written music would be preserved. God knew what he had found and that was all that was important. How different this is from current attitudes.
We are the conduits through which whatever that thing is can flow. Bach had it right.
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