A constantly reoccurring theme in my work is often textures and patterns. Evident in last week's SSS post and this one. The old, peeling and cracking paint on the porch of an officer's house in what is now a state park in Port Townsend. This park is Ft. Worden. I was here in 2007.
Cracking paint. Hard leather look of the dried kelp which upon close inspection, has patterns and textures within its skin. Although the life in this kelp is long gone, it still seems to contain motion; frozen in time, but yet the energy is still there. Dancing. Undulating. Reaching out towards-what? Who knows. But therein is the paradox. It is dead, dead, dead. But it looks so alive.
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