August 9, 2008

yucca

of all the magical things that happened this weekend (and yes that includes traipsing about annapolis in bedazzled sailor hats with "AHOY!" scrawled across them in puffy glitter paint) there is one image that i dearly wanted to post on this blog. it is photograph by brett weston from his exhibit at the phillips collection. and it's of yucca plants. but they seem to be floating. and from afar i didn't even realize it was a photograph--i thought it was an obscure painting he did (and i thought it odd that a painting should be the frontispiece of a photography exhibit). i love the way he looks at the world, how simple yucca plants can become an experiment in abstraction, or the curve of a rear view mirror can resemble, in unbelievable ways, the curve of kelp stranded on a beach. the depth of his black and white--good grief, i fell into his photos over and over again. 

so without further ado:



also, sitting in a small, quiet room with shaded windows and surrounded by rothko paintings has got to be one of the most amazing things in the world. i felt almost capsized with the beauty and sadness of the colors, the immensity of the canvases and the thudding of my heart.

1 comment:

lia said...

amy, i am overwhelmed by the immense beauty of this post, particularly the last paragraph.
and my overwhelmed, i mean that i might be crying.

i can't imagine anything more beautiful.