Drag Reaction

In spite of myself, I lost my passion for photography. I was so tired of the splendor of digital imagery that no longer looked like photography and the cycle of accomplishment and frustration that I wanted to achieve as an artist. Life doesn’t work, but only my camera just works well so I found a tree. It was the twisted figure that movement and stillness as one. Trees leave growth points on their surface. Looking at the surface that contains all the resistance to live, I look at my pain. I don't know the pain of trees. I may have never felt it in the first place. I don’t know if my pain of thinking about the pain of trees was more painful. All I know is that I have no choice but to go along with my past foolishness. I hope this warped surface is not a technique for art. It must be an unavoidable landscape give by the fate of living.