"Pareidolia is a body of work in which each image alludes to more than what is present. Common examples of this phenomenon suggest we see simple things in the ephemera. Though looking at the prosaic, I find the profoundness in the mud beneath our feet. You will find your own visions; that seems to be the nature of pareidolia."
{Discovery}
The images in this series were captured on my evening walks, all occurring within a three-block radius of my home. Most alter or disappear altogether, due to weather and/or natural events. I look at images of mud and dirt, tire tracks and sidewalks, and see otherworldly beauty.
{Observation}
The first question the viewer asks is “What is it?”
In the absence of a concrete answer, the question then becomes, “What might it be?”
In an attempt to make sense of the unknown, it is human nature to search for context that will lead to an absolute, or rather hint to something outside the scope of vision.
A phenomenon can be found in the mud; the worlds beneath our feet portray the atmospheric energy of eruptions, explosions, storms and cosmic ephemera that emote the SUBLIME- all happening with such subtlety, we may never notice. I'm reminded of the works of Turner and other Romantics, seeing their compositions, their colors, textures, dynamic movement and the immensity of the “awesome power of nature” that leaves humans in the mud.
(reference: George Santayana “On Beauty and the Sublime”)
The images in this series were captured on my evening walks, all occurring within a three-block radius of my home. Most alter or disappear altogether, due to weather and/or natural events. I look at images of mud and dirt, tire tracks and sidewalks, and see otherworldly beauty.
{Observation}
The first question the viewer asks is “What is it?”
In the absence of a concrete answer, the question then becomes, “What might it be?”
In an attempt to make sense of the unknown, it is human nature to search for context that will lead to an absolute, or rather hint to something outside the scope of vision.
A phenomenon can be found in the mud; the worlds beneath our feet portray the atmospheric energy of eruptions, explosions, storms and cosmic ephemera that emote the SUBLIME- all happening with such subtlety, we may never notice. I'm reminded of the works of Turner and other Romantics, seeing their compositions, their colors, textures, dynamic movement and the immensity of the “awesome power of nature” that leaves humans in the mud.
(reference: George Santayana “On Beauty and the Sublime”)