Saturday, December 13, 2008


There is something beautiful about decay, as has been noted before. In the eighteenth century, the bored and landed constructed fake ruins on the grounds of their estate, sometimes employing hermits to live in them. Decay suggests a mysterious past which can be reconstructed according to the leanings of the viewer. Decaying monuments come in all sizes, as is shown in a recent post about  Jeanne Williamson's rubber band ball.

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!


Please note: blog author is in an extremely sour mood due to having been ticketed in Berkeley while delivering little craft items she hoped to sell for Christmas. Her advice: don't drive in Berkeley, California.  Illustration friday post tomorrow.


lime said...

constructing fake ruins? employing hermits to live in them? proof that profound wastes of money are not limited to current times.

the natural decay you depict does have a certain beauty though.

notmassproduced said...

reminds me of anya gallacio's decaying flowers - beautiful

Vanessa Brantley Newton said...

It's beautiful I agree. I love the whole look of this photograph. Great work.

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bindu said...

True - about decay. I really like the Ozymandias poem. Read it in school, and then again in the foreword of Collapse by Jared Diamond recently.

david mcmahon said...

Funny you should mention beauty in decay. I wrote about exactly the same thing some weeks ago, when the Photo Hunt theme was ``rust''.

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