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Experimental Santa @ Aphodian Portland, ME

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So strange to see this old couple walk the beach, walking 20 feet apart. But right after them, another couple, much younger, doing the same.

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Zoomed in on this high resolution photo I took of a distant person standing on a sandbar for a long time to see this woman just staring the horizon, hand over mouth.

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People without a partner, a dog without people, people without a dog, erased

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generative fill experiment

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Hashtag Maine Décembre

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I did my undergrad in art history and the Hudson River Valley School and transcendentalist painters stayed with me the most. The idea that nature is filled with metaphor is an exciting one. I mean, they actually thought that nature was metaphorical, representing fundamental divine ideals from the heavens. So the job of the artist, in their mind, was simply that of an interpreter, or better yet, a curator, choosing scenes to paint that isolated features like rocks and trees in such a way that made it easier to see the true essence of God. Cause, you wanna experience God? Then put down the bible and REALLY stare at some branches and shit. That’ll get you closer to the creator than old stories put through the filter of human writers from early Roman times.

So with that in mind what’s happening in this photo I just took? What are some fundamental truths about life that can be pulled from this scene? All branches are reaching to the right, striving for the light of the open marsh, away from the darkness off the forest. The dead tree in the foreground is the only thing going in the opposite direction, toward darkness. So something about the indifference of death? I don’t know. I think that that fallen tree stands out and has emotional weight. But it’s graceful in death, leaning back as if reclining, which stands in contrast to the living branches which are almost chaotic and maniacal, pushing each other away in an effort to reach the sun. So the branches represent the flawed nature of human society, and the dead tree is the perfection of the divine. But there’s also a narrative at work here too, with the branches in life, and the dead tree in death, some before and after going on.

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