A Resurrection of Time Indefinite opened in 2 cities: April 16 at Pryor Fine Art in Atlanta GA, and May 20 at Loretta Goodwin Gallery in Birmingham AL. (and in that sentence is a brief explanation of my non-existent blogging activity)...
My last series entitled "A Recording of Time Indefinite" was based of my observations over a three-year period of change that occurred over particular plots of land and southern vernacular structures. During this process, I had the unique privilege of photographing a horse whose pasture I had been recording for many years. He lived amongst the backgrounds of my more architectural landscape works and until this point he singularly had remained un-documented.
When I arrived to take his picture I had the sobering sense that it would be my first and last opportunity. Seasoned with a vibrant long life, sway backed and gentle he passed away in the weeks to follow. Incredibly moved by my timely imagery of him, “A Recording of Time Indefinite” was emotively born.
During my work on that series I dreamed of an impressionable last encounter with the gentle horse. Within the Dream, I watched myself walking towards him with a handful of medicine…Seconds later in the next frame of imagery, the horse has passed away, and I had begun burying him under a thick pile of brush. After placing the final piece of dried foliage over his mountainous body, I sadly stood to make my decent from the organic graveside. Within a few steps of walking away, I turned back for one last look at the sleeping giant.
Upon my looking, I noticed, what was expected to be the lifeless body of an old horse, turn into a moment of life giving redemption. There, under the brush, within a motionless body, I saw the white of the horse's eye... He blinked and I realized he was alive. Screaming loudly, I began yelling- he's alive! He's alive! I then ran back to his side and started throwing off the brush... In an excited moment of understanding, something I thought was dead and gone now lived. I awoke immediately.
Months later, after observing the old pasture being plowed and prepped for new use... I began watching a large brush pile accumulate in the center of the property. Teary eyed and weepy, I was reminded of the dream and the life I found stirring amongst the layered brush. In an emotional moment the series "A Resurrection of Time Indefinite" was created.
Within the works a vibrant movement is seen amongst the darkness. Through imagery of both winged and creeping things a promotion of life is illustrated despite what seems to be an encroaching night. My liberating hope is to inspire the acceptance of life and freedom amongst tired old bones…
To stretch out weakened legs and learn to walk again…to move wings that once were broken and to take sunk-in eyes and learn to see.
