fenestration decay
I’ve been really fascinate by decay lately. Truthfully I don’t know if it’s some sort of manifestation of mortal fears or what. Having children really seems to dramatically change one’s outlook on life. I, for example, never worried about what would happen should an early demise rob this planet of my presence. Now, however, I have real fears that aren’t seemingly selfish.
I worry about my children and my wife. Will they be taken care of? How will they cope, not financially, but emotionally. Personally I can’t imagine having to take care of my kiddos without my wife. While I consider myself a good dad, I don’t think I could handle it!
So these thoughts creep into my art. How do other things stand the tests of time? What survives? What doesn’t?
Rust has suddenly become a very beautiful substance to me. The image above is an old window littered with old paint, broken panes, some cracks and a little patch work. While the window has been abused by nature and humans alike, still it stands there. Against all odds this window looks right back at time and says “Gimme all you got!”.
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