Here are some trees made of sound – sounds recorded and then the soundwaves made large; made tree-like. In place of the actual trees, you have a ravaged clearing, still echoing with the sounds of the fallen. Imagine those sounds made visual, made vertical, and made monumental – monuments to a forest going missing… See Also : Tviga
Took a walk in Vermont today.
Found a spot and sat and peered into the bramble of grasses, branches, limbs and vines before me – the crows sang along, as did others.
Every good maze has a way in, but also a way out – how long can you look into the bramble before cutting through your own path ?
Then again, maybe just behind you is an open field. Look around.
What’s in focus ? Near ? Or Far ?
See Also :: Wm Wordsworth, The Excursion, Book Ninth – Discourse of the Wanderer :
Yet was the mind to hindrances exposed,
Through which I struggled, not without distress
And sometimes injury, like a lamb enthralled
‘Mid thorns and brambles; or a bird that breaks
Through a strong net, and mounts upon the wind,
Though with her plumes impaired.
Tour the stacks and the reading rooms of libraries around the world thanks to Curious Expeditions. Seen as a collection, the library – The Library – becomes abstract. In these photographs, virtually devoid of people, The Library is a concept : it is ‘potential’ energy as opposed to kinetic energy – the latent spring in the mind, coiled but waiting there, on the infinitely high shelves. Trying to decipher the magnetism of these images – having almost nothing to with a desire to actually read all of the books in each room – but each vaulted hall a physical manifestation of the phenomenon of the figurative mental space – the freedom to be found in endless rumination.
