My Lens Follows My Heart

Monochrome Abstractions, And Thoughts On The Mystery

“Construction Site Tarp Becomes Abstract Art” — Image by Author

As I slowly approach 71 years of chronological age, I find myself less and less interested in, our agreed upon reality. Especially the reality captured by our increasingly adept digital cameras. I find this reality perhaps a little, too real. What happened to the mystery?

I have become much more interested in how these photographic tools can obscure our pure, and agreed upon, reality.

I am beginning to fixate upon their ability to distort this reality, into the realm of abstraction. The realm of dreams. The realm of metaphor. The realm of mystery.

“Light Always Peaks Through” — Image by Author

At the same time I find myself drawn to literature, where thinking and expression run deeper, than the quick hits of dopamine, found across the World Wide Web. This World Wide Web, that is both a gift, and a curse.

“Rationality, to barrow from Foucalt, may be an inferior level of discourse.”

Jim Harrison — “First Person Female” — 1999 — New York Times Magazine