Mountain

She was talking at me as if I wasn’t in the room. So I left. I sent myself flying up the ridges of snow and rock and sat there looking back down. It was like watching time stopped. Everything below me unfolded, nothing changed. This is how the immensity of time feels. This is how the mountain watches me, how I watch it. ----- We come to understand the world through fragments, eventually reinforcing the neural connections to the point where the cumulative experience becomes what we call knowledge. Seeing the same mountain every day began a relationship with it that goes beyond the mere appreciation of a view. This work considers the nature of perception, how memory is just another form of representation, internalized. It is a meditation on the mountain and my relationship with it. The lines and contours become imprinted in my head, just like the face of my loved ones. Over time I see the mountain in different forms. I read it in different ways, see new things every day. The final images speak to memory, imagination, representation and reality. This project was originally conceived as a small photo book.