solar void

I cannot depict what I see in my head with any accuracy but I cannot stop trying to find the metaphors. The randomness of existence is the only rule left. And that used to sound demoralizing to me but not anymore because everything I experience seems beyond my capacity. Everything slips through my skin. Nothing is contained. Gravity is the only temporal bond. Movement is existence. Light splatters on wet ground. The ground becomes the light. The light brings the darkness yet darkness is not mere emptiness. Emptiness is not alone. Emptiness has the greatest potential as that from which any patterns emerge. Each image can only be an iteration of something never whole or complete. What is caught or exposed (for lack of a better word) between these iterations is the point of stringing them together. The wall space is the wet plate.

11 thoughts on “solar void”

  1. I too was thinking of the fractal/scalar aspect of these.
    As for trying to photographically depict the workings of the subconscious mind, I’d say these get about as close as one can in that particular endeavor, one that I partake of myself, and I really appreciate the character of these–the depth.

    “The randomness of existence is the only rule left…. And that used to sound demoralizing to me but not anymore because everything I experience seems beyond my capacity. Everything slips through my skin. Nothing is contained. Gravity is the only temporal bond.”

    A sentiment that I whole-heartedly endorse.
    This is the door.
    You have opened it.
    Enjoy the view.
    I sure do.

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