Diversity
One of my dearest friends announced his retirement today, and I’m devastated. Heartbroken.
The moment has left me pondering the temporary nature of our perceived permanence; in other words, our propensity to assume, incorrectly, the relative order of our lives. And yet all is entropy in the end.
It made me think of this image, one I made this summer in response to the timeless, yet disparate nature of the scene at hand.
Flowers, Grant
Why did I find the Grant auction so enthralling? The reclamation of historical chaff. Our need to place value on the lost and the discarded.
Nostalgia, reevaluated.
School Bus, Grant
My dear friend and former assistant Liz McCue and I were at an antique-car auction on Saturday morning, and as I told Liz, I went into the event looking for more images that illustrated my ideas about the chaff and decay of humanity’s past as viewed through the present.
