FORECLOSURE OF A DREAM
In the beginning, tens of millennia before the Bible, there were pictures. And the people who produced them were prepared to risk their lives by traveling underground into great chasms of mysterious darkness just to paint on the walls of caves. That’s how important making art was to them. It was done to communicate, express or record something: a thought, a feeling, a moment, an idea. We might never know why.
Today, all around us, things are disappearing – birds, butterflies, coral reefs. Places where we used to live. How often does one see a gem, an oddity, a surprise, or piece of information, an idea, only for it to dissolve in the memory and be forgotten. Here are just a few of those I’ve captured in a last ditch effort to save it from an unstoppable predator: us.
