Posts tagged garbage
garbage has to be the poem of our time because
garbage is spiritual, believable enough
to get our attention, getting in the way, piling
up, stinking, turning brooks brownish and
creamy white: what else deflects us from the
errors of our illusionary ways, not a temptation
to trashlessness, that is too far off, and,
anyway, unimaginable, unrealistic.
—Garbage: A Poem, by A.R. Ammons, 1993 :: via The Curator
Viewing the City's Places of Interest in Springtime, digitally manipulated photograph, by Yao Lu, 798 Photo Galley, Beijing :: via artdaily.org
Another of Yao Lu's photos just won the BMW–Paris Photo prize, which is how I heard about him: "The artist photographs mounds of garbage covered in green protective nets which he assembles and reworks by computer to create bucolic images of mountain landscapes shrouded in the mist inspired by traditional Chinese paintings. Lying somewhere between painting and photography, between the past and the present, Yao Lu’s work speaks of the radical mutations affecting nature in China as is it subjected to rampant urbanization and the ecological threats that endanger the environment."
Nate: 