Photo / Graphic by Roman.
Got to playing about with GIMP filters and thought this had a spooky crystalline quality to it. Imagine conifer needles become as sharp as razors and as brittle as glass in darkling forest illuminated by the feeble, dusty rays of an impossible green sun.
This oddly satisfying short item is from Optical Arts:
“The film is a set of exactly repeated actions, but each time using different objects. It uses the structure of the fugue to create the films narrative, playing on the fugues characteristic of stating the subject in different voices.
“Fugue in A major by Dmitri Shostakovich is a very interesting piece as it contains no harmonic dissonance at all. The Fugue was an outlier in a larger collection of Preludes and Fugues which at the time was panned by critics for being very harsh and dissonant.
“The piece was written in 1950’s Russia under Stalin’s regime and might have been a veiled criticism where any less subtle forms of criticism could have been very dangerous. Shostakovich had already been denounced for political incorrectness in 1948 by the communist party chairman, Andrei Zhdanov and lived under a persistent fear of the numerous purges that were taking place across Russia at that time.
“The piece is performed by Sviatoslav Ricther in 1956 in Prague.”
Photo by Roman.
This was never a song by The Pentangle, but maybe it should have been a title by The Joy of Cooking. Sigh. Never mind. But there is something about sunlight through a canopy of trees, some quality that has been strained of all threat or malevolence… though perhaps small rodents may beg to differ.
Photo by Roman.
… waiting to be pollinated by… gold bugs, obviously.
I have become as mildew… or mold… a fungus festering on the cold detritus of life.
My day was the day after dinosaurs when mushrooms grew to the size of trees… amid so much freezing dark death… it was a good time for decay…
Today not so much…
But that I have become as mildew.