2210_1941 Dimensions
Last abstract macro image of the old car (for now). This isn't on the front left fender, as with the past two days' images; the entire surface of the beast is fantasy land.
This small panel near the right rear changes incrementally as the frigid winters, searing summers, and wind-driven sand blasting take their toll. Top to bottom this measures little more than an inch. The black has always struck me as something akin to deep space, a deeper dimension that feels to me like infinity. Yes, it's "only" an old car in a field. But it has also become a conduit of sorts for me over the years, a way to free up my imagination. As its layers peel off due to age and exposure, some part of myself peels off, too. I'm never sure what I'll find. The key to the universe? A deeper appreciation of the mysterious?
Questions are the life blood of any artist. Or, turning it around, I'll quote Picasso, who phrased it so eloquently: "Computers are useless; they can only give you answers."
One more car shot, coming tomorrow, to end this series. Not a macro or close up. Many years ago I had a photography teacher whose parting instruction to the class after handing out an assignment was, "Surprise me!" Tune in tomorrow for a surprise...
Photographed at Rosefield, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
2210_1941 Dimensions
Last abstract macro image of the old car (for now). This isn't on the front left fender, as with the past two days' images; the entire surface of the beast is fantasy land.
This small panel near the right rear changes incrementally as the frigid winters, searing summers, and wind-driven sand blasting take their toll. Top to bottom this measures little more than an inch. The black has always struck me as something akin to deep space, a deeper dimension that feels to me like infinity. Yes, it's "only" an old car in a field. But it has also become a conduit of sorts for me over the years, a way to free up my imagination. As its layers peel off due to age and exposure, some part of myself peels off, too. I'm never sure what I'll find. The key to the universe? A deeper appreciation of the mysterious?
Questions are the life blood of any artist. Or, turning it around, I'll quote Picasso, who phrased it so eloquently: "Computers are useless; they can only give you answers."
One more car shot, coming tomorrow, to end this series. Not a macro or close up. Many years ago I had a photography teacher whose parting instruction to the class after handing out an assignment was, "Surprise me!" Tune in tomorrow for a surprise...
Photographed at Rosefield, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.