PICTURES of OTHER things
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
THE WORLD IS GONE AWAY FROM US
'I can enchant the wiry shrubbery into speaking of its past - the days now gone, the uses we once had for things - now forgotten and finished, but leftover in a world we no longer recognize.'
Left just as it was when abandoned, the old workbench seems ready for use. The long afternoon light of a winter's day shades and colors the leftover world - now a place of idle uselessness.
Abandoned silos from a world now gone. We leave nothing but ruins in its wake...and then we forget about them.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Oh place on Earth : We salute you. Amidst everything else, your lines, your angles, your movement and color, like some milky fluid running through space.
We have to show - WHAT have we to show? The place of mind-numbing banter, the constant uses of the businessman's sleight-of-hand.
Along each street, the whitish fog - an element of the light - present just as a person is present; making us somehow an inventory of the matter we walk through while our minds are transfixed on something else.