I collect picture of trees that are slowly eating the things humans added to them. Slowly, patiently.
A barbed-wire fence disappears into a fold in the bark. A metal sign, tiles, fences: nothing is safe from nature’s slow embrace. Trees aren’t growing around things, they’re boiling over them. The wood is like slow lava.
There’s a slow cinematic quality to it 🙂 Year after year, what begins as a tiny imprint, it starts embracing, then absorping, then disappearing.
I often drift into fixations with round things. Anything spherical is fascinating to me. Marbles, especially have been in my dreams since I was a child. They’re like small cosmoses, swirling storms, contained galaxies, little worlds you can turn and roll.
They invite play, but also contemplation.
Maybe that’s why I like them. They roll.
I made these pictures with the use of focus stacking so they were very sharp. Then the harddisk with the original was corrupted. No hires versions anymore, all we are is dust in the wind 🙂
