Monday, October 20, 2008
Pollock in the Trees
Looking up at the trees last week, it was as if Pollock himself had dripped colors and lines across the sky. Only nature could be both abstract and concrete in equal doses. Spending the week teaching Transcendentalism and Thoreau sent me into the woods to find the perfect spot to become what Emerson called a transparent eyeball. Framing up images of a trees through the lens of a camera helped make that impalpable task far more tangible. And it made perfect sense when Frank Lloyd Wright was asked if he believed in God, he said, "Yes, but I spell it N-A-T-U-R-E."