23 September 2019
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Small and incremental whispers fill our lives. We decide which passions move our ability to listen, to seize those moments and fulfill their destiny. And these inner voices do shape our lives. We just must absorb and process them and then respond.
Every season has its staggeringly majestic natural wonders. And yet jewels consistently appear throughout the natural world; each floral discovery has its seductive powers that in the future will echo the past and remind us what is yet to be. They play a major role in my internal and external narrative.
At summer’s end there is a longing and a forecasting. Longing comes in the shape of what the season has brought, and forecasting is the lead for the uncertainty ahead. This past Friday the youth (plus anyone who is anxious and distraught about the reality of climate change and its worldwide effects, including me) from around the world united to strike against the inaction, especially from America’s government, to save our planet through a partnership between nature and human nature. A deep commitment could be seen across the faces of the participants. It was a startling moment in the history of our planet and proclamation of the “known” urgency to save Mother Earth and generations yet to be born.
And so I work harder and harder at how to make some difference. While I do the usual recycling, creating wildlife habitats, volunteering and awareness of my actions, I also use aesthetic, instinctual and philosophical symbols of each season to reinforce my reverence for Mother Nature and our dependence upon her well-being. This past week the blossoming end-of-the-season anemones, garlic chives and geraniums signaled to me the beauteous fragility of our times–times that could lead to the best versions of humanity. My hope is that it will.
In the Lens section my photomontage uses a deeply fuchsia-colored geranium as a backdrop to the sweetly almost pure-white anemones and fragile tiny white florets of garlic chives; wind flowers and delicate tasting herbs bring comfort and make my heart ache for their longevity: past years of their showiness stack memory upon memory. And I must ask: will the future hold a place for them?
Photomontage allows me to create the layers that are in nature and my mind’s imagination. Nothing stands alone; all is interdependent; each a testament to the evolution of species; each a tribute to the forces of nature; each a tear drop paying tribute to hope for a forever coexistence.