Wednesday, September 21, 2011
This picture reminds me of creating a childhood tent of couch pillows and sheets and hiding there until I am found. At the same time, this picture potentially speaks of intense poverty, loneliness, and despair. This tension between innocence and sorrow is what I eventually locate as beautiful in this picture, though I think I was originally struck by the light and shadow, the curves and lines, and the child. Like in the last few seconds of a dream when your mind pieces it all together, I think our minds create some sort of instant narrative (even from abstraction) the moment we see something.