I’m a couple of days late posting – been in and out of the studio, making photographs and capturing video around Banff and along the Icefields Parkway yesterday (a post on that to follow). But, it’s all about the random associations with this batch.
Things/scenes/objects/material(s) – reminiscent to/from one another, and beside, or aside to/from one another – separate and distinct, yet common.
The phrase “on thin ice” keeps popping up – obviously because I was very near to some, physically, but I also feel as though I’m treading dangerously close to some pretty ridiculous territory with some of these images.
How far is too far? How dumb is too dumb? We’re talking brillo pads and trash bags, people.
Ah, what the hell.
On that note, a brief passage from H.P. Lovecraft’s At the Mountains of Madness,
The touch of evil mystery in these barrier mountains, and in the beckoning sea of opalescent sky glimpsed betwixt their summits, was a highly subtle and attenuated matter not to be explained in literal words. Rather was it an affair of vague psychological symbolism and aesthetic association…even the wind’s burden held a peculiar strain of conscious malignity...
There was a cloudy note of reminiscent repulsion in this sound, as complex and unplaceable as any of the other dark impressions.
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